Novak (novak) wrote,
Novak
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Personal: Sick; Simon

Sick all day today. Horrible headache, alternating from my head feeling filled with cement, filled with helium, and then just pulsing in my sinuses. And then again. I've been asleep for ages and heading back.

I'm also somehow able to be very excited–in a quiet, sick way–to have discovered that our great songsmith is coming forth with a new collection: the best kind of Surprise.

And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more.
Maybe not in my lifetime,
But in yours I feel sure.
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to heaven,
To heaven
For the mother’s restless son
Who is a witness to–
Who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run

Who says: Hard times?
I’m used to them.
The speeding planet burns?
I’m used to that.
My life’s so common it disappears.
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears
–Paul Simon
"The Cool, Cool River"
from the album The Rhythm of the Saints
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