the world forgetting, by the world forgot

"....How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;..."





Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"
English poet&atirist (1688 - 1744)
read by Kirsten Dunst
from Eternal sunshine of spotless mind

drinking

I asked my girlfriend if she'd started drinking again. She said no.
I searched her flat and found six empty three-litre bottles of white lightening cider 7.5%.
When we met for lunch I showed them to her.
“What are these?”
“I don’t know”
“You must know they were in your flat”
She stalled “I didn’t drink them”
“Then who did”
“No one. I used it as make-up remover”
“All eighteen litres?”
“Yes” She was wearing lipstick, and had mascara on the lashes of those innocent eyes.
I told her she didn’t need it; that she was pretty enough already.





Dan Rhodes
Anthropology and a Hundred Other Stories
via so much to tell you

My poem of the day "Autobiography in five short chapters"

Autobiography in five short chapters

byPortia Nelson

I

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost ... I am helpless.

It isn't my fault.

It takes me forever to find a way out.

II
I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don't see it.I fall in again.

I can't believe I am in the same place

but, it isn't my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in ... it's a habit.

My eyes are open

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

IV
I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.