My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

 

me to my dad: "::type type type:: ::sigh:: Is there anything about jews that is interesting?
my dad:"They were the chosen people. Jesus was a Jew."
me: "He was also a carpenter. Carpenters are also the chosen people. And men with long hair. They also could be chosen."

Much relief in the past day or so. And not just from my own bipolar tendencies.

It's quite nice to know that Andrew's parents know.. And, well, to put it simply, that they haven't become militant towards me as of yet. I'll still be scared out of my mind to meet them, don't get me wrong. But somehow their teasing and whatnot implies that they feel okay with this. Humor seems to be a central part of Andrew's family, not so much as a defense mechanism but as a form of acceptance. The humor stops when something's wrong.

So humor me, Andrew... :-) bad pun.

That event has relaxed me quite a bit...

hmmm... paper is finished... that leaves a bit of physics to do in the morning...

I love Andrew. No, seriously... he's terrific. Even though he gets annoyed at my often mock-self conciousness.

I'm not so bad... it's just hard to be good with someone like you to compare to.

It's cold. I'm going to bed and calling my andrew because god knows he's been working for too long.

I love you |6:12 PM