Crazed Girl
That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
William Butler Yeats
Walking Down The Street
I was in San Francisco a few days ago traveling with one of my friends, Katie, who had never been to the city. We had just come back from Muir Woods and some vineyards in Sonoma Valley. I decided to take Katie on a walking tour through Little Italy, Chinatown and…
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Read Pt 1
This Really Isn’t About Me…At All!While taking the survey, I realized that the survey wasn’t really about me at all. In my opinion, this survey had two goals. The first was to soften me up and make me more receptive to their sales pitch. I came to this conclusion by the spacing…
