being perishable sometimes / makes a / man / strange / almost / unemployable / most / obnoxious-- / no servant of / free / enterprise
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Icarus Love Poem
“Remember well,” she told me, “Icarus flew before he fell.” “Yes I know, I took Greek,” I said as we put weights on our feet and hid heavy memories and books in our pockets while I thought a thing I already knew, Icarus fell before he flew.
and in fact, i'm probably already outdated... everybody's got their twitters and their facebook notes, and some of my old favorite friend blogs have closed down (RIP roox ampe). i'm really going oldschool here kickstarting my blog again, but hey--i'm contrarian, freewheeling, no servant of free enterprise.