Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Andrew Joseph ~ b. 1946 - d. 11/1/2005 All Saint's Day
We've lost (another) Andrew - Cousin Andy Joseph has left us.
He was much loved, by many. So sorry for the suffering. So sorry, Terry.
Miss you, Andy. (click on ABOUT ANDY on the left sidebar)
In The Arc Of Your Mallet
Don't go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing I don't see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me.
Be the rose nearest to the thorn that I am. I
want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
in the arc of your mallet when you work,
when you visit friends, when you go up on the roof by yourself at night.
There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you.
I don't know where I'm going.
You're the road, and the knower of roads, more than maps, more than love.
The Essential Rumi
Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
I could do without the thing,
And not be the first.
Joy has gone the way it came.
That is nothing new;
I could get along the same,
-- Many people do.
Dig for me the narrow bed,
Now I am bereft.
All my pretty hates are dead,
And what have I left?
"Wail" -- 1925 By Dorothy Parker