Not about bonfires

Behold the flashing waters
A cloven dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow.
The banks are worn forever
By a people sadly gay:
A titan with loud laughter,
Made them of fire and clay.
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they’ll answer death and love.

With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait
With wreaths of withered flowers
’fore paradise’s gate.
They may not pass the portal
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are.
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far.
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of mary’s garden
Are the spirits love and death.

With due respect to Yeats and the Waterboys, I have no idea why this song is in my head tonight.

GrrrrRrrrrRrr

Jangling. Discordant. Angry. Just plain nuts. What the hell is wrong with me?

I hate to blame my period - it seems to be the catch all for every feminist and anti-feminist comedian since the early 90s - but it is due and it may be the explanation. Or it may not. One way or another, I am in a mood of great evil. Maybe it's the lunar eclipse due on Saturday, getting me all antsy. Everything is annoying me. I notice that all the dates are wrong in my LJ...we appear to have jumped forward two days! What's that all about?

Ooooh, I am bad juju this morning, best avoided by all humankind, which is unfortunate as I can't just tell customers to snap out of it, pull themselves together, find some self-esteem for Chrissake and leave me the f*** alone.

OK. Time to metamorphose back into human shape, as opposed to prowling round the house garou style seeking inanimate objects and abstract concepts on which to vent my anger.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. Nothing to see here...tum tee tum tee tum...normal service will be resumed, oh, whenever.