Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

This poem was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932. This was her only poem. She wasn't credited as the author of it until her obituary appeared in The Times, revealing her as the owner of this uplifting expression of life and death.

the name game.

So for my Screenwriting class,

our assignment is to

come up with 5 interesting names

for a mysterious project

that will begin on Thursday.

Here's what I've come up with:

Castor

Serafina

Asher

Sage

Piper

i want to be her.

forever's not that long.

being a cinema studies minor has opened my eyes to a whole new world of understanding and appreciation for film, especially short films. i've always been a major advocate and admirer of independent cinema, but i had yet to explore the territory of short films. and although there are some big name directors that take on small independent projects, i think that the no-namers are the ones i like the best. this link is to one of my recent short film finds. it's titled "Forever's Not That Long," and it's a tale about a narcissistic guy and a distracted girl who learn to embrace the world, even in the final moments of their lives.

Forever's Not That Long.

i like my body

by e.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite a new thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which I will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz

of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

The best things in life are unseen.

That's why we close our eyes when we

kiss, laugh, & dream.