Hot Bubbles of Nothing

School has kept me busy for a few days. I just finished watching Andre win a place in the semi finals of the US Open. I didn't get to go because I had class this evening. My schedule is brutal plus I have one evening class and one evening reci-fucki-tation. My evenings were always my time of peace and mind wandering; those hours between six and ten which I owned so completely. I used them to sleep, or run or sometimes go into other parts of the city to galleries of the mind made up, or to go drink coffee with friends for hours; sometimes I just covered my head with pillows and let my feet hang off the bed and dozed while ruling in dreams where I was the queen of the semi-colons. There was no schedule to these hours and I had them every single day to do with as I pleased. Now�they are gone. Donate what you can. I am pretty pleased that my parents offered up our house in Maryland and my aunt, the crazy psychiatrist who used to be a dermatologist ,will be heading down but she doesn't know exactly where they are sending her. It is still quite a mess and now they don't want us to see it. Just do what you can even if it is just helping someone find someone. It is pretty sickening in some ways to be in a place where people are still more concerned about getting a new ipod or if they are going to see some stupid mystery band. I don�t know�it kind of give me indigestion.Some people don't get it even when they have had their noses rubbed in it. In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door� Terrors to the life of man That the highroad held in store. Of mermaids' doleful game In deep water I heard tell, Of lofty dragons belching flame, Of the horn�d fiend of Hell. Tales like these were too absurd For my laughter-loving ear: Soon I mocked at all I heard, Though with cause indeed for fear. Now I know the mermaid kin I find them bound by natural laws: They have neither tail nor fin, But are deadlier for that cause. Dragons have no darting tongues, Teeth saw-edged, nor rattling scales; No fire issues from their lungs, No black poison from their tails: For they are creatures of dark air, Unsubstantial tossing forms, Thunderclaps of man's despair In mid-whirl of mental storms. And there's a true and only fiend Worse than prophets prophesy, Whose full powers to hurt are screened Lest the race of man should die. Ever in vain will courage plot The dragon's death, in coat of proof; Or love abjure the mermaid grot; Or faith denounce the cloven hoof. Mermaids will not be denied The last bubbles of our shame, The Dragon flaunts an unpierced hide, The true fiend governs in God's name. Robert Graves The weekly Coalition for Darfur Post is up. Please read it.