THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

i hope i will never fully understand why this song moves me so deeply... no matter where i am when i hear it, in a coffee shop or in a traffic jam, my heart cracks open and a river of emotions flow. (just be sure to turn off the Last.Fm player in the right side panel before you start this song!) Pretty bird with feathers falling Pretty as a lady calling For her pink and midnight lover As she stares into the water And a yellow moon is rising And there can`t be no disguising That the pretty bird is dying With a silver arrow lying at its side Rivers of blood, oceans of tears, life without death, and death without reason To the whole United Nations, To your greatest expectations To the moment that you realize As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft Of the Zen Archer A man in parts forgotten With an outlook that is rotten And an attitude to match it Finds re...

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i watched this film again this afternoon. perfect rainy Saturday afternoon fare. only problem is that it is such powerful fodder for maturing the infestation of my already smoldering fire of soul-discontent. this was probably the 6th time i've seen this film in the past 6 months. from earlier posts, you may recall that i felt this film offers inspiration for the current phase of the novel i am writing. seeing it again today felt like a flashback to November when i was entrenched in the nanowrimo fury. but today new emotions were stirred, different takes on old wounds were flared. i'm not a misogynistic spirited man, normally, but lately feelings of distrust, loathing, regret, and disdain for the workings of the female wiles upon men have been curdling under my skin. the one thing that has happened in my own life recently is the ways that women feel no concern about making men wait for them. the only real interaction i have with female people in the real world, be it onlin...

i wish i could afford to stay in Puerto Rico for more than the 7 day whirlwind visit i'm making next month to attend my son's wedding. i've never been anywhere tropical. and i haven't been off the North American continent since 1984. i'm reading Hunter S. Thompson's "The Rum Diary" now to get a little more in the mood for this upcoming, opportunity...  the following passage spoke strongly to me and i want to expand on my thoughts about it. "Then I saw two figures clinging together near the reef. I recognized Yeamon and the girl who had come down with me on the plane. They were naked, standing in waist-deep water, with her legs locked around his hips and her arms around his neck. Her head was thrown back and her hair trailed out behind her, floating on the water like a blonde mane.  At first I thought I was having a vision. The scene was so idyllic that my mind refused to accept it. I just stood there and watched. He was holding her by the wai...