On Being Wild

Curt's Crown

He laid a crown on my head

I didn’t care about the thorns

I embraced the pain

But he expected too much

Blood

Total sacrifice

Body, soul, brain

He cast me out

When he couldn’t control

What no one ever could master

I am an old, battered soul

Broken

But, I still matter

I wander the darkest night

All dead things

Rest in the garden of Gethsemane

I am shrouded in the smoke and ash

Of a single cigarette

Dangling from the bruised mouth

A kiss from the lover

Who betrayed me

I have been meaning to make a post about this film since I first saw it in late 2021. But, it has haunted me to the point of silence. It is a docudrama with the beautiful Zawe Ashton playing the real life tragic figure of Joyce Carol Vincent; a lovely, English woman in the prime of her life. She was smart, kind, fun, loving, talented, and yet...

I can’t bring myself to tell you her fate. Perhaps some of you know already. What I can tell you is that (1) this film is not for the faint of heart, and (2) if you watch this film, it will impart upon you the very important reason as to why we should keep those we love close. We often assume that if we don’t hear from someone we care about, he or she may not wish to be heard from. This film demands us to never to make that assumption.

The older I get, the more I realize that no matter how people- even those closest to us may seem happy and healthy, they also may be laboring under the weight of emotional and physical burdens too heavy to carry alone. I’ve been guilty of that.  The face of a friend from years past will float across my mind’s eye, and I will wonder; how is she? But, then, the thought gets pushed out by so many other more immediate concerns.

I try to keep my nose clear of celebs personal lives. It's a bit more difficult to hold to that rule with celebs I truly dig. But, now that it's kinda, sorta confirmed that Tom and Zawe are at the very least very good friends, and at most, a couple...”TA DA!!”

I love the pic on the left so much. I think it perfectly expresses who they are as individuals and as a couple. They are riding the friggin NYC subway and totally focused on each other. They are totally casual, and livin in the moment.

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Fine Line by: Bree T Donovan He is a fine, thin line Smooth like elegant black script A contrast To the interior dull white lights And the plain shelves Where his mementos are kept Outside, rows of round linked orbs Illuminate signs with blinking light They are watchtowers above a sea of concrete Flashing to the eager vessels Some are half-empty Some without oars Some are overflowing All are seekers He is the studied, rehearsed lines Neatly kept in a binder

Level with his head Memorized to perfection Absent the dread of occasional improvisation Location is not where the impulsive wind Would scuttle him He is tall and tailored in black wardrobe Pale hands tucked into back pockets Moving over a set of keys And a long stretch of road Too dark for the eye to see He is the slash of painted lines Rushing by an open car window Keeping to the geometry only he knows The points, angles and curves of night He is a fine

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What a fabulous and unexpected combination of artists; Clannad and Steve Perry! Great message in the song as well!

Thank you Steve Perry for reminding my why I have loved you all these years. What a sweet, precious man!