Monday, November 26, 2012

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

        From childhood's hour I have not been
        As others were; I have not seen
        As others saw; I could not bring
        My passions from a common spring.
        From the same source I have not taken
        My sorrow; I could not awaken
        My heart to joy at the same tone;
        And all I loved, I loved alone.
        Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
        Of a most stormy life- was drawn
        From every depth of good and ill
        The mystery which binds me still:
        From the torrent, or the fountain,
        From the red cliff of the mountain,
        From the sun that round me rolled
        In its autumn tint of gold,
        From the lightning in the sky
        As it passed me flying by,
        From the thunder and the storm,
        And the cloud that took the form
        (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
        Of a demon in my view.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

The Shell by Molly Drake (Nick's Mother)

Living grows round us like a skin
To shut away the outer desloation
For if we clearly mark the furthest deep
We should be dead long years before the grave
But turning around within the homely shell of worry, discontent and narrow joy
We grow and flourish and rarely see the outside dark that would confound our eyes

Some break the shell 
I think that there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls and make a hole
And through this cruel slit, stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes

They look both out and in
Knowing themselves and too much else beside

—    The Shell, Molly Drake

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Happy Autumnal Equinox!

Nick Drake-"Time of No Reply" with video of his home and grave. Film by Julian Davies. 

Summer was gone and the heat died down
And Autumn reached for her golden crown
I looked behind as I heard a sigh
But this was the time of no reply.

The sun went down and the crowd went home
I was left by the roadside all alone
I turned to speak as they went by
But this was the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There is no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way.

The trees on the hill had nothing to say
They would keep their dreams till another day
So they stood and thought and wondered why
For this was the time of no reply.

Time goes by from year to year
And no one asks why I am standing here
But I have my answer as I look to the sky
This is the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There`s no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way.

Happy Vernal Equinox to everyone in the Southern Hemisphere. 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Nick Drake by *JoniGodoy


Hurricane Isaac.


We're riding out Hurricane Isaac. We're in the country on the outskirts of New Iberia, LA. The sugarcane is gorgeous, right now. I hope the winds are kind to the sugarcane.

 Isaac will make landfall either late this evening or early tomorrow morning. I will probably lose electricity for a couple of days. I hope everyone stays safe!

Saturday, August 25, 2012

My precious cat died. I miss her so much!

Pictures of my beloved cat. My oldest cat, Little Kat, died on August 23. It came out of nowhere. She threw a blood clot. I’m devastated. All I’ve done since then is cry. I miss her so much. I’m going to buy a concrete memorial cat statue to put near her grave. I have pretty flowers near her grave, right now. She is buried near a beautiful Cedar Tree. 
I have two other cats, Pumpkin and Pepper, and they keep looking for her. It is breaking my heart.  
Thankfully, I have several pictures of Little Kat and I also have several videos of her. It’s a comfort. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Before I must meet the shock of dying
Let me diffuse the edge that is I,
Spread me out to include the flying
Night wind under the broad night sky.
If I were not persistently me
But blended out to the shape of things
Would I not find it easier passing
Into the light where morning sings?
And if my being did not hover
In a pointed singleness
Living could I not discover
Death's all-minded consciousness?
- Molly Drake

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Nick and his music mean the world to me. He has touched me so deeply. Such soulful music from a soulful human being. I have an autoimmune disease and Nick's music brings me comfort and courage. RIP sweet Nick. You were too good in your way. Too beautiful for this world.

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.
Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remember those people and places
They were really too good in their way.
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain.
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.

So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
And wept for a day gone by.