November 11

Humanity I Love You

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Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

 

– e.e. cummings

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November 20

Rid of Me… PJ Harvey

Tie yourself to me
No one else, no
You’re not rid of me
No, you’re not rid of me

Night and day I breathe
Hah hah ay hey
You’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me

I beg you my darling
Don’t leave me
I’m hurting

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire

I’ll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
Oh you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
I’ll make you lick my injuries
I’m gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her

I beg you my darling
Don’t leave me
Cause I’m hurting
I’ve been lonely
Above everything
Above every day
And I’m hurting

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire

Oh you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
I’ll make you lick my injuries
I’m gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire

© PJ Harvey

July 20

My Terrible Friend – Dying to Live

Lyrics:
We don’t always see eye to eye
But we see how the time’s flying by
And we live with a daunting suspicion
That it might not go into remission

So against all the odds we’re competing
Though we don’t know for sure what we’re reading
In the old testament we’d get fire and torment
But the new one says something ’bout healing

We’re dying to live
We’re trying to live
We’re dying to live
Cause there’s so much to live for

Miracles don’t seem all that fair
If I were God I would know who to scare
And I’d try to repay all the losses
That were caused by incompetent bosses

They knew how to launch an attack
While unarmed you lay flat on your back
And wait for the poison to cure you
Since faith ain’t enough to insure you

We’re dying to live
Cause there’s so much to live for

Angels always get the best lines
Fear not must have worked back in biblical times
But we’re full of the facts it’s the cross on our backs
When we pray are we just closing our eyes

We’re dying to live
We’re trying to live
We’re dying to live
Cause there’s so much to live for

June 20

Always

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

Pablo Neruda

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May 29

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Pablo Neruda