This was wonderful Icarios, I can't help thinking about the movie though, it ruined him for me, it's hard to see him as a hero now, he is sitting over there with Charles now, on the side lines of brilliant "but". Now Keats, that's a love poem I can sink my fanhood in :)
oh, wow . . . to go fishing with Hemingway, I dreamed last night I played poker reluctantly, somehow I had three sets of three of a kind in the same hand . . . maybe it signals good fortunes
Love that last sentence. "The fishing was
far too good
to interrupt with
so small a thing."
This was wonderful Icarios, I can't help thinking about the movie though, it ruined him for me, it's hard to see him as a hero now, he is sitting over there with Charles now, on the side lines of brilliant "but". Now Keats, that's a love poem I can sink my fanhood in :)
~ hahahaha... what a fun piece of writing... oh, it's good to read you again... ~ i'm sure earnest is reading this piece wherever he is and laughing too... :P
For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
..I do love.. more..