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...And carried magic secrets in her eyes.

STAND on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.

Thou hast committed-- / Fornication: but that was in another country, / And besides, the wench is dead.

-The Jew of Malta.

I.
AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be resurrected only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room."
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.

Summer is here!!! Woohoo.
Alright, now that that's out of the way... the Positronic Design "Spring Into Summer" party is over, and aside from the drama I heard it was a good party. So now that I don't have to worry about the cleaning up for that constantly, I can think about other things that matter to me. Like playing clarinet, writing, and art. And LEARNING HOW TO USE QUICK BOOKS!
This week begins the intense training for learning how to do "the books" here at work, and I hope to God I can do this. If I can't, this might be a really big problem. D=

My parents are going to fill out the paper work to resurrect their old mailing address from back when we lived in a trailer, to use as the address for Dennis and me (and most importantly, his BUSINESS, Zangaroa Enterprises)
So yay for us, we will have an address in Alabama. And this also helps us get Alabama driver's licenses and moving all our cars registrations down there, and getting our insurance down there for the cars. We have to do this because right now it's still officially based at Dennis' dad's house, and that isn't something that we need to continue to do. And neither of our cars would pass all the inspections that Massachusetts does on cars, so we can't register them up here, that's for sure.

I've got some ideas and some things going on in my head, I can't exactly tell everybody just yet, but there are some huge things in the works for Dennis and I. Hopefully.

Anyways, later this month Dennis and I are going to Alabama to visit my family. I am so excited, plus we are going to hopefully go to my Uncle Everette's lake house for Memorial Day weekend and do their whole lake thing, which I haven't done. My parents have went, but I haven't, so I am REALLY excited. I hope I can lose enough weight to wear my swimming suit. Holy crap.

About the site: We're still tweaking it a tiny bit, but everything should be mostly operational at this point, which is why we are sending it live shortly after I publish this entry. The Misc Section has random doodles of mine from art journals or random notebooks, and will be something that I update a lot, so be sure to check that out. I also have a page called Tabitha Loves It, for the things I find on Tumblr.com and my Delicious bookmarks list. Also, as usual, my list of quotes is available... and I will be adding a section for misc quotes and other things soon. I am very excited to get this project underway.

ALSO, I am still writing a good bit. The writing can be found here: tabithawrites.blogspot.com. I will be posting some if not all of my "word omission poetry"/"blackout poetry" in the Misc Section AS WELL as on my writings blogspot page thing. So that's that.

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S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse / A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, / Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. / Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo / Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, / Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.