She Had an Uncanny Energy
She had an uncanny energy for life
thankful for every little miracle it bestowed—
and it made her
entirely impossible
to live without.
xx Atticus
Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme PARIS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx
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Today, we’re starting off with “Give Me A Room In Paris.”
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Give me a room in Paris
the smaller, the better
and it must be winter
and it must be cold
so we can make it hot
too hot to sit still
and the window must be thin
so we can hear the bells
and the power must surge and bubble
so the lights flicker
and the records skip
let the water be weak
so our coffee is strong
so we can stay up late to dance.
Give me this Paris
and I will paint for you
all the truths I know
about magic.
Other Poem Read Today:
xx Atticus
She had an uncanny energy for life
thankful for every little miracle it bestowed—
and it made her
entirely impossible
to live without.
xx Atticus
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
xx Atticus
She wasn’t happy or sad,
in love or out of love,
she was just there
existing
in the ebb and flow of life—
and that was a dangerous place to be
but her worst mistake
was forgetting to remember
there was more.
xx Atticus
In the mornings
she taught me French
and after breakfast she would paint
and I would write
and as the spring rain fell on the skylight
and the tea steamed from its mugs
my heart hummed
to the music
of the dream
we’d found.
xx Atticus
"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings
i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate
(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart)
xx Atticus
Does the sun promise to shine?
No, but it will—
even behind the darkest clouds,
and no promise
will make it shine longer or brighter
for that is its fate,
to burn until it can burn no more.
To love you is not my promise
but my fate—
to burn for you
until I can burn no more
xx Atticus
All life is a revolt against death
and all revolts are eventually quelled.
The question is:
in those moments
with a rock in your hand
and tear gas in your eyes
can you smile to the fates
stand tall
and
make your voice heard?
xx Atticus
On those nights
when the thick snow drifts
through moonlight
and the sky looks like falling stars
close your eyes
look up
tongue out to the gods
and feel the cool ash burn you.
xx Atticus
"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson)
Out here on this very day
We journey further into the illusion
Adrift in the great dream
Yearning for entry into the severed realm
Do you know that the death of earth soon come?
Do you know the progress of destruction?
Do you know the strange new topography of the coast?
Life closes in slowly around us
And we seek salvation in copulation
In drugs
And by sunset we ascend
Only to find that our minds
And our bodies
Weren't ours at all.
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xx Atticus
"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter
I have fallen
in love many times.
Have you ever sat in a bar
and watched a lonely man
or woman by themselves,
their tired eyes shaken,
fixed on nothing but
the glass in front of them?
Can't you taste their sadness
from across the room?
Those people.
I fall in love
with those people.
To me there are few things
more real.
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xx Atticus
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