joanna newsom - monkey & bear

Monkey & Bear

Down in the green hay,
Where monkey and bear usually lay,
They woke from a stable-boy’s cry.
He said: “someone come quick
The horses got loose, got grass-sick
They’ll founder! Fain, they’ll die.”

What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
It is: stay by the gate you are given.
Remain in your place, for your season.
O, had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom…

“Did you hear that, bear?” Said
Monkey, “we’ll get out of here, fair and square
They’ve left the gate open wide!

“So, my bride.

“Here is my hand. Where is your paw?
Try and understand my plan, ursala.
My heart is a furnace
Full of love that is just, and earnest.
We know that we must unlearn this
Allegiance to a life of service,
And no longer answer to that heartless
Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice
(That charlatan, with artless hustling!)
But ursala, we’ve got to eat something,
And earn our keep, while still within
The borders of the land that man has girded,
(All double-bolted and tightfisted!),
Until we reach the open country,
A-steeped in milk and honey.
Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?

“My love, i swear by the air i breathe:
Sooner or later, you’ll bare your teeth.

“But for now, just dance, darling.
C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
Darling, there’s a place for us;
Can we go, before i turn to dust?
Darling there’s a place for us.

“Darling. C’mon will you dance,
My darling?
The hills are groaning with excess,
Like a table ceaselessly being set.
C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
And we’ll get there yet.”

They trooped past the guards,
Past the coops, and the fields, and the
Farmyards, all night, till finally,

The space they gained
Grew much farther than
The stone that bear threw,
To mark where they’d stop for tea.

“walk a little faster,
Don’t look backwards

“Your feast is to the east, which lies a little past the pasture.

“When the blackbirds hear tea whistling they rise and clap.
Their applause caws the kettle black.
And we can’t have none of that!
Move along, bear; there, there; that’s that.”

(Though cast in plaster,
Our ursala’s heart beat faster
Than monkey’s ever will.)

But still,
They have got to pay the bills.
Hadn’t they?
That is what the monkey would say.
So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur,
Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether,
In her dun-brown gown of fur,
And her jerkin of
Swansdown and leather,
Bear would sway on her hind legs;
The organ would grind dregs of song,
For the pleasure
Of the children who’d shriek,
Throwing coins at her feet,
Then recoiling in terror.

Sing, “dance, darling.
C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
Carling, there’s a place for us;
Can we go, before i turn to dust?
Darling there’s a place for us.

C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
Keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill,
Where you’ll ever-after eat your fill.
O darling…dear…mine…if you dance,
Darling: i will love you still.”


Deep in the night
Shone a weak and miserly light,
Where the monkey shouldered his lamp.
Someone had told him the
Bear’d been wandering a fair piece away
From where they were camped.
Someone had told him
The bear had been sneaking away,
To the seaside caverns, to bathe;
And the thought troubled the monkey,
For he was afraid of spelunking
Down in those caves.
And also afraid what the
Village people would say,
If they saw the bear in that state
Lolling and splashing obscenely
Well, it seemed irrational, really,
Washing that face;
Washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
In some sea-spit-shine
Old kelp dripping with brine.
But monkey just laughed, and he muttered,
“when she comes back, ursala will be bursting with pride
Till i jump up!
Saying, ‘you’ve been rolling in muck!
Saying, ‘you smell of garbage and grime!’”

But far out,
Far out,
By now,
By now
Far out, by now, bear ploughed,
Because she would
Not drown:

First the outside-legs of the bear
Up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters,
Then the outside-arms of the bear
Fell off, as easy as if sloughed
From boiled potatoes.
Low’red in a genteel curtsy,
Bear shed the mantle of her
Diluvian shoulders;
And, with a sigh,
She allowed the burden of belly to drop,
Like an apronfull of boulders.

if you could hold up her
Threadbare coat to the light,
Where it’s worn translucent in places,
You’d see spots where,
Almost every night of the year,
Bear had been mending,
Suspending that baseness.

Now her coat drags through the water,
Bagging, with a life’s-worth of hunger,
Limitless minnows;

In the magnetic embrace,
Balletic and glacial,
Of bear’s insatiable shadow—

Left there!
Left there!
When bear
Left bear;

Left there,
Left there,
When bear
Stepped clear of bear.

(sooner or later you’ll bury your teeth)

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What Should I Do with My Life?

Inspired by The Power of Intention, by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer (Hay House, 2004).
How many times have you heard this one, or even asked it yourself? After all, it is a commonly-asked question. Most of us are haunted by all our options, perennially wondering if we’re “doing the right thing.”
SIMPLE SOLUTION: Dr. Dyer has a whole new approach to this dilemma. He suggests that we stop asking that question and move instead into a place of faith and trust in the universal mind of intention, “remembering that you emanated from this mind and that you’re a piece of it at all times.”

Here are a few of Dr. Dyer’s thought-provoking ideas that can help you to answer the question, “What should I do with my life?”

Dr. Dyer suggests that there is only one thing you can do with your life, “since you came into this life with nothing and you’ll leave with nothing.: You can give it away.” When we serve--when we give away to others, to the planet, and to Source--in a way that is authentically detached from outcomes, we feel “on purpose.”

As Dr. Dyer says, “Your purpose is not as much about what you do as it is about how you feel.” Extending kindness beyond our own boundaries connects us to our Source. When we do this, it makes us feel happy and content, a signal to us that we are doing the right thing.

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lolz. tia wanted to add me to facebook with a message saying she was done with jack.
cunt. as if.

no wonder jack has been calling my place non-stop.