Yang Girly Girl

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

——John Patrick Magee

That’s my favorite poem. Intellects would chastise me for calling it poetry because it’s not T.S. Eliot, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Plath, Neruda, Frost, Chekhov, et al, it’s still my favorite. Those others enamor me, they’re quotable, they’re controversial, and they invite criticism and discussion. “High Flight” doesn’t do any of these things.   

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I admit I’m one of those people who don’t have pretty feet.  Does anyone? Well, yes, some do, and they’re mostly men. The baby soft skin that surrounds the unblemished, un-veined, inner profile of the perfect, milk toast foot, gives new meaning to male foot associated appendages.  Believe me, it’s a myth.

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I have a new name for Seattle.  I call it Foggy Shrouds.  I think it’s a lot more interesting than the Forks place in Stephanie Meyer’s books, you know, the Twilight series….a romance novel about unrequited love, because sucking your loved one’s blood is just not politically correct.  I suppose I’m one of the those cynical ones that can’t believe a vampire would desecrate another human, while not being able to say anything worse than “horse feathers” for a swear word.

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