Life is a bit tiresome at the moment - I feel like the only sane in the asylum.

A bit of linkage to save the day, perhaps, bookmarks to (possibly) reveal my state of mind:
Yoga at The Drill Hall: to de-stress.

Wedding preparation in Danish: to get into the lingo for the invites.

A list of famous cemeteries: because cemeteries are beautiful peaceful places; good for walking, browsing, eating lunch and hanging out.

And a lovely poem by e e cummings:

here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon)



Oh, and my email server is all over the place - or rather, nowhere to be found.
Grrr! My only lifeline! Damn you all!
posted by charlotte at 18:32 - comment