See, the thing about that song, despite Paul’s rant, it is much better due to the overly dramatic orchestration and choir. Sure, I like the posthumously released, sparser version. And Ray Charles really was meant to sing the song, but it is, in my opinion, a better song because of Spector’s vision.
‘Sides.
Were it not for [...]
It is small, simple,
deep.
Everything moves in its way:
trees sway,
ice goes down,
the rising forest meets
the heather field.
There is much to say,
where mountains find her feet,
and skies meet chimneys,
as seasons pause.
This place is mercy,
it is abundant,
rich, like the fat cow,
planted in the pasture.
It is small, delicate,
but expanding to its root,
where its end should be found,
but breadth cannot.
Its [...]
Each soul comes,
like rain from dearth, to
torrent,
one after another,
birth to birth, to
Cradle, bed, manger,
basket, box, crate,
hamper,
bassinet,
can,
earth.
Denied or accepted, each
infant in turn, comes
praising,
its maker, marked
by its birth, its
infinite worth, from
Mother, Father, God,
celebrated or cursed,
Each soul recreated, the
seed tendered, imparted
in pleasure and pain,
that remaking of making,
soft and cured,
broken and pure,
appreciated, or
sometimes hated,
spoiled.
Each babe comes,
as time advances, at
autumnal [...]
A middle-aged man thinks of death.
Each telling, romantic at the ford,
Slips on to some foreboding end,
Out past the trimmed fields,
Past its decay and demise.
Fortune, once his travel mate,
Has left for other companionship,
Through the western gate, beyond
The eastern wall.
These are new thoughts, unfamiliar.
Broken against the still white on
Grim white. Out past the rivers of
Snow and plains [...]
Okay. I love TV’s The Office. The show occasionally manages to make me feel really vulnerable or on edge. I mean, that’s what they’re built for, right?
Well. This last episode? The one where Michael Scott promised a bunch of kids 10 years prior to pay for college? The one I just started watching and haven’t finished?
Yeah.
I think [...]
One thing about that fateful year: more than two thirds of my life, I lived with that giant in the desert, never knowing his name, never knowing his crime, never knowing his goodness, never knowing the pleasure of his countenance, never knowing the gruesome horror of his face, his hands, his soul. Never knowing [...]
I’m disappointed that you list Mormons under the heading “cult” on your website. It’s a sad status to lower yourself to denigrating us thus. Why are Evangelicals so preoccupied with proclaiming Mormons under this heading?
Do you realize what it sounds like to our ears? It’s become a disgusting epithet, tantamount to racial invective slurs. It [...]
Perty cool. This weekend I was able to go and meet some of the founders of the gadgetry running this here blog.
I wouldn’t say I’m particularly tied to WordPress as a system, however, I’ve taken a lot of interest in BuddyPress lately, what with a pet project, Arx Poetica, which I’ve built on top of [...]
And not be utterly excited about this:
http://www.thebutteredslice.com/wordpress/archives/119
Even just the raw, homemade version of Andy 3.0 served up is like fresh manna to the taste.
Yum.
“And when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.”