Since we were stuck inside, we watched a few movies and short series -- they all sucked really bad. Mrs Sven came across that one and we both enjoyed it.
Came across this poem yesterday -- really liked it. Ordered one of his books:
“Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles, Pt. II”
by Dana Gioia
If I forget you, Los Angeles, let my eyes burn
In the smoggy crimson of your sunsets.
If I prefer not the Queen of the Angels to other cities,
Then close my ears to the beat of your tides.
Let me stand on the piers of Malibu, blind
To the dances of the surfers and the dolphins.
But, O Los Angeles, you dash your children against the
stones.
You devour your natives and your immigrants.
You destroy your father’s house. You sell your
daughters to strangers.
You sprawl in the carnage and count the spoils.
You stretch naked in the sunlight, beautiful and
obscene—
So enormous, hungry, and impossible to pardon.
Good morning, everyone.
I tried staying up later on Sunday, and kinda slept in for a while, So, I got up before dawn after having slept pretty long, according to my FitBit.
I guess I’ll be pretty rested for Monday’s work today, and probably won’t need a nap, but I’ll have to see how it goes.
Hi, Dv8 -- glad you got some good rest.
More rain here today -- a real winter just like the rest of the country.
Watched a surprisingly good movie over the weekend: El Camino Christmas with Tim Allen, Luke Grimes, Jessica Alba.
Happy “Just When You Thought It Was Safe to Parasail Over The Water” Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, dv8 (and Harper!), and Sven!
dv8 -- glad you got some rest. I hope today goes well.
Sven -- looks like an interesting movie. Thanks for the trailer and the recommendation.
Since we were stuck inside, we watched a few movies and short series -- they all sucked really bad. Mrs Sven came across that one and we both enjoyed it.
Came across this poem yesterday -- really liked it. Ordered one of his books:
“Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles, Pt. II”
by Dana Gioia
If I forget you, Los Angeles, let my eyes burn
In the smoggy crimson of your sunsets.
If I prefer not the Queen of the Angels to other cities,
Then close my ears to the beat of your tides.
Let me stand on the piers of Malibu, blind
To the dances of the surfers and the dolphins.
But, O Los Angeles, you dash your children against the
stones.
You devour your natives and your immigrants.
You destroy your father’s house. You sell your
daughters to strangers.
You sprawl in the carnage and count the spoils.
You stretch naked in the sunlight, beautiful and
obscene—
So enormous, hungry, and impossible to pardon.
That is quite good. It definitely reads as a psalm.