White Sunday

[jackofnightmares]

Wednesday's child is full of woe

First Day of my week
D Day
I can't imagine how they did it
Could I have survived
Would I have had the courage to maintain
I will never know
I will always be a civilian at heart
but with compassion for the men who do know what it was like
I am a believer even if I have not seen
which is a blessing
or a snare and a delusion.

Both of us were scared that day, me and my Jesus.

I can usually count on my friend from Galilee except for times when I let my anger get the best of me cause that is when I hope I will hear him say "lets get our donkeys out of here you making me nervous"

[stilltrucking]

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[tarbaby]

Yeah sometimes the lights all shinning on me
and other times I have to wonder what is lurking
when I am feeling like I am winning again.

[stilltrucking]

"Would you like to dance with me? (Ooh-ahh-ooh)
We're doin' the cosmic slop." (Ooh-ahh-ooh)

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More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/funkadelic/#share

[SadLuckDame]

Actually, I should have said it like this, my persona is a Wednesday child and I'm born on a Thursday.

And it's true that I look ahead thinking it's going to be so much longer yet.

MONDAY'S CHILD IS FAIR OF FACE
by Mother Goose

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

What were you then, Jack?
A Sunday's child?
I see your lights, maybe the center of our eye is very black, but it's the center that goes looking up all the lights, in the first place, that's all it seems to want to do.

Yes, to believe what's not seen, that's a blessing.
He was practically blind, cause he couldn't see what wasn't there, though it surely could be there.

I'm touching base with you, always, cause you know things can be lurking, though you might not see them. It's an attractive quality to a superstitious woman.

[stilltrucking]

Anne Sexton would have liked this video

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[stilltrucking]

We must have been posting at the same time
previous post of mine was posted before you replied not in reply to you

I was born on a Saturday, I work like a woman, my work is never done

I was in Revere Beach the winter of 1974 when I read her poetry for the first time. For some reason that video reminded me of her.

[SadLuckDame]

‘Monday's Child’ is one of many fortune-telling songs, popular as nursery rhymes for children. It is supposed to tell a child's character or future based on the day they were born. As with all nursery rhymes, there are many versions.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monday%27s_Child

There was considerable variation and debate about the exact attributes of each day and even over the days. Halliwell had 'Christmas Day' instead of the Sabbath.[1] A version in which, "Wednesday's child is full of woe," an early incarnation of this rhyme appeared in a multi-part fictional story in a chapter appearing in Harper's Weekly on September 17, 1887, in which "Friday's child is full of woe", perhaps reflecting traditional superstitions associated with bad luck on Friday the 13th. In addition to Wednesday's and Friday's children's role reversal, the fates of Thursday's and Saturday's children was also exchanged and Sunday's child is "happy and wise" instead of "blithe and good"

From wiki, a childlike, fortune telling song.

Mother Goose might be one of the most fantastic writers I've ever remembered. She writes to the audience straight from their start, and helps to bring them up properly, with a good amount of imagination. I likes her and her way of going at it.

[stilltrucking]

Buddy Willard
That's who I feel like
Mr Cellophane

Poor Buddy
Blinded by the light

[stilltrucking]

A duet
Sal Paradise and Esther Greenwood
I try to imagine if Plath and Kerouac had hooked up in NY back in the early fifties on a sultry summer night.

[SadLuckDame]

Buddy didn't miss her, did he...I mean, he was put off by her being in a psyche ward. I think she missed buddy, though.

connections or sumpin'.

I like all these literary couples.

[stilltrucking]

buddy a poser
she a poet
maybe she warped her view of him through the belljar
but he give her all that doubletalk about purity and sex
and then betrayed her.

yes she saved her contempt for him not the waitress

I am sure in real life he was a nice guy.
It was only a novel I keep telling myself that.

Ted Hughes
His daughter loves him
The one man Sylvia could not control
Their marriage a Greek Tragedy
She so very ambitious for him


I got to go
had fun today
thank you for chatting me

[SadLuckDame]

Actually, I don't know much of anything about Plath and Ted, yet. I'll dig some info up on the net about them today, and see if I can follow your train of thought.

I guess I imagine them to be at odds, like Anais and Hugo. He was a good guy, great husband, missed out on a lot of the what she could put out, and it's too bad, especially when they are nice, by all standards, except what matters to her, and maybe it's a bad piece of a woman to expect such thrill. Not sure what I'm admitting.


I remember telling him a few times, "You do know we are going to die some day, right? I mean, we are going to die. Doesn't that mean anything to you? How shall we live, since it's our one chance?"

But, he said there is bills to pay. And there was, plenty of bills. Shrug, who knows, not me.

Guess that's my admittance.

[SadLuckDame]

Aren't you saying then,
"Dear silly girl, my only interest in women is for play things. Take your leave and leave me be, for I've a sexual woman, without her interfering thoughts, to go bedazzle, instead."