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Winter is always my long dark teatime of the soul. And in that spirit, some things that I have recently spent some time thinking about. There are some obvious pop culture references. Surprise!
1) You can't always get what you want.
2) Sometimes a thing gets broke can't be fixed.
3) Love is pain.
4) When you're going through Hell, keep going.
5) Hell is other people.
6) I am assured, yes I am assured, yes
I am assured that peace will come to me
A peace that can, yes surpass the speed, yes
Of my understanding and my need
7) I can see blue in the sky when it's raining.
8) Emptying Town
--after Provincetown
Each fall this town empties, leaving me
drained, standing on the dock, waving bye-
bye, the white handkerchief
stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus
rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming & thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid
the way I miss you
will be this obvious. I have
a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus around my house
for me to find when I come home--Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked
into the mirror. He wants to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is someone ripping open his
shirt & saying
look what I did for you.
-- Nick Flynn
1) You can't always get what you want.
2) Sometimes a thing gets broke can't be fixed.
3) Love is pain.
4) When you're going through Hell, keep going.
5) Hell is other people.
6) I am assured, yes I am assured, yes
I am assured that peace will come to me
A peace that can, yes surpass the speed, yes
Of my understanding and my need
7) I can see blue in the sky when it's raining.
8) Emptying Town
--after Provincetown
Each fall this town empties, leaving me
drained, standing on the dock, waving bye-
bye, the white handkerchief
stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus
rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming & thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid
the way I miss you
will be this obvious. I have
a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus around my house
for me to find when I come home--Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked
into the mirror. He wants to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is someone ripping open his
shirt & saying
look what I did for you.
-- Nick Flynn
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(<3333333333333333333 The poem is indeed lovely.)
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*starts singing again*
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