Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry
of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The author may
arrange the gems effectively, but their shape and lustre have been given by
the attrition of ages. -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., writer and physician
(1809-1894)

An open mind is a prerequisite to an open heart. -Robert M. Sapolsky,
neuroscientist and author (1957- )

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences. -Aldous Huxley,
novelist (1894-1963)

^Notice the above quote didn't say, "Words form the thread on which we string our analyses." I believe I got my point across.

As I was driving home tonight at the early hour of 8 (instead of the expected 10), I had my iPod playing and Mrs. Potter's Lullaby came on. I don't know what it was. It's probably just one of those experiences you can't put into words, but I shall try anyway. It occured to me how open the future really is. For a minute, everything was so unknown, and yet, I was alright with it. It was just a kind of peace. It could have been the music, it could have been the view of seeing all the city lights coming down Southwest Blvd. or it could have been what I realized after I had thought about all that. And that was this - some things will always be with me, no matter what. Through any and everything, they will always be there. Even if they aren't anywhere near, they're still with me. And there are some things that I will always remember. It's part of my makeup, I know, to forget things. It may have been at a young age, before I even realized that I was doing it - forgetting all these things that have happened to me - but I know there are things that I won't. A comfort.
And I finally realized where I had heard "Fire and Rain" by James Taylor before - on Remember the Titans. What a great movie. I just saw the last 20 minutes or so on TNT. I thought about watching the whole thing tonight because I got it for Christmas, but even in my movie-viewing experiences, I shall be a responisble student and watch Patch Adams in my research for Zelda Sayre in The Last Flapper - the piece I'm doing for Speech and Drama Performance.
One more rather broad but specific thought/question/consideration. After so much of taking something, you reach a point where you don't know if you can go through with it any more. It was something you loved at one time, but do you love it now? And what do you do when there is something that you love equally, or maybe even more, and they are asking you continually to join? It's a matter of glory, and I don't want to go out, knowing that I left something behind, but I don't want to stay, knowing that it's ruining any other possibility of any type of happiness, joy, and the like. What, then, shall I do? As far as I can conclude, I will let time decide. But is that the best answer?
Guess I'm finished. I really need to get some stuff on here, but as I have held, it has to be the right time and the right inspiration. Not that I don't have the inspiration now, just the inspiration combined with no lack of words. And trust me, I'm usually lacking.
Listened to "Elderly Woman in a Small Town" live and album versions. Love them.
Got an awesome ringtone today, as well...any guesses?
Off to study...and watch a movie all in one. This I like.


Well I woke up in mid afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast
Well I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame
And though I'll never forget your face sometimes I can't remember my name
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't cry
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I know why
But, hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me
Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head
Oh and the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go, I said
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I don't know, but
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me
Well all the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone but I need someone to help me sleep
So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
Aw, but I'd sure like to find out
So why don't you climb down off that movie screen
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't turn
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I burn for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me
When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another
Well, I wonder what he did that for
That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before
So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up in the Palace, like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far
Aw, you can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't touch and
Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not much but
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me