My application packet is assembled and ready for delivery. I just had to say I was paralyzed with fear for the fear to vanish. I am free. Practically.
I was watching the Matrix Reloaded (the second one) yesterday when I was supposed to be writing my cover letter, and I felt very zen witnessing the sci-fi kung fu cgi mayhem. It’s a pleasure not to be virtual.
Where does passion live? It’s an endorphin, isn’t it? A rush to the brain, a blast of euphoria. Dustin Hoffman pounding on the sanctuary window. Juliet clutching a dagger. Mr. Darcy writing a letter.
I’ve been thinking about Anne Elliot urging the reading of prose to regulate the temperament. But I like the idea of living too much poetry. Getting lyrical. Oded.
4 thoughts on “Just like that she is done she is done. Just like that she is done.”
Where is the title of this post from?
It’s wild, but I heard an album recently and one of the songs recalled this post title to me. The lyricism, the rhythm of it bothered me — struck me just so until I remembered this.
It’s a ditty I sing all the time in celebration of minor accomplishments. I thought I made it up, but maybe I heard it some place. How’s that for a non-answer?
No, not really a non-answer at all. And maybe you did hear something like it somewhere — I thought it was a poem — but this song came out last month.
The record’s not especially profound, though it has an alt-pop sound that I can’t get away from. There’s something very Dar Williams about her voice and phrasing, which I love. I literally can not get this damn song out of my head:
The video is sort of unfortunately weak; I have no idea what they’re trying to do with it. I recommend watching it with your eyes closed.
This is a really catchy song. (I took your advice about the video.) I dig the way she says moon.