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carmel, california. september 2013.

carmel, california. september 2013.

I’ve been reading a lot of Pablo Neruda lately. I think I’m looking for inspiration for my wedding vows. However, my most favorite poem by him is his saddest.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

east village. september 2013.

east village. september 2013.

Although Kathleen Hanna modified Noise Addict’s original lyrics just a wee bit, it’s still so perfect and embodies what it meant to be a cool boy in the 90’s.

I know it sounds stupid when I say it out loud
like I’m just jealous of his silver cloud
he looks so good he drinks diet coke
he gets his magazines sent by air and not boat

I wish I was him
he gets the girls at his feet
with all his cool friends
he gets his records for free
I wish I was him
he has no enemies
I wish I was him

he’s got six different flannel shirts
airwalks not thongs
he even understands the words to pavement songs
he’s got his new guitar toys
he likes mud and the beastie boys

I wish I was him
he gets the girls at his feet
with all his cool friends
he gets his records for free
I wish I was him
he has no enemies
I wish I was him

I feel much better now
I’ve let it all out
he’s got big biceps and a
masculine shout
I’m not trying to sound like i’m
trying to be mean
but he thinks he can be a girl better then me

I wish I was him
he gets the girls at his feet
with all his cool friends
he gets his records for free
I wish I was him
he has no enemies
I wish I was him

I wish I waaaaas him