I’ve had the best news today, followed by some nastiness from some people whom I love so dearly, an therefore I feel a little crushed. I have the last stanza from, ‘The World is a Beautiful place’ taped up on my wall, which often reminds me not to worry about things like this, because we’ll all be dead soon. It’s not depressing, in fact, I find it rather uplifting. I have things to write tomorrow, but I need to study tonight. Come back!
I leave you with aforementioned stanza:
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
‘living it up’
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Tara Lepore 