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Poem for Monday


Topography
by Sharon Olds


After we flew across the country we
got into bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly from the left my
moon rising slowly from the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.


Simon and Garfunkel!!!! That is all I have to say about the Grammys.

Lots of Smallville in contrelamontre this week. One thing I have noticed in fandoms is that often as a show's writing wavers, the fic gets better. When a show's very tightly written, like Babylon 5 in its heyday, the fic sometimes doesn't offer all that much, but a really mediocre show like The Sentinel often leaves gaping plot holes to fill. Then again West Wing has spawned some wonderful fic and most Andromeda fic is as mediocre as that show deserves, so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.

Not in the mood for talking about the headlines. Would rather talk about Pete Hamill's Forever, which is phenomenal at the halfway point. I'm reading it slowly because I don't know what I'm going to read when I finish it, and it was hard enough to find something with which to follow up Summerland.

My wonderful husband bought me The Guru soundtrack. "I'm gonna fly so high..."
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