Daily Archives: March 21, 2007

That’s what’s usually done on these occasions, isn’t it?

So–

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

No, not really appropriate for this occasion.

Lately I’ve become partial to Stevie Smith, and not just because she’s read aloud in the greatest motion picture ever made, which is all about a funeral.

“In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.
In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don’t know what I think.”

Yes, that was more her speed.

I’m certain the ceremony will be simple. not like the boat ride at all. (“Just drop me off in the Bu,” he said “right by Geffen and Gallin with a view of Catalina.” Easily obliged.)

And life goes on…

“The King of Araby is coming home today
It’s bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change
And we’re leaving all the road for dead
We’re getting tired of the twists and turns
You gotta go when human nature calls
We’re driving, we’re driving
Through the valley of malls
And God forgive the passengers if we should fail
To find a penny fountain or a half-off sale
I need a merchant
I’ve just started searching for a holy grail
Fighting for the freedom from a common bond
To be a barracuda in the guppy pond
So little time for so many things to try on
And we’re leaving all the road for dead
We’re getting tired of the twists and turns
You gotta go when human nature calls
We’re driving, we’re driving
Through the valley of malls”