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Funeral Blues

This is still one of my favorite poems of all time. The most emotionally stirring reading of this is of course in Four Weddings and a Funeral. One of my favorite movies! 😀


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


Private Practice

How many blogs have I started?

Only to leave them to the wind, dusted letters on old screens.
Alas, I’m trying again. I need an outlet for my ANYTHINGS.
I need a place to put my any-thoughts into the universe.

Recently I have been watching a TV series on Netflix called  Private Practice – another medical drama spurred off from Grey’s Anatomy. Although I know that the medical world is not exactly like this. And my excitement for medical school does not come from watching silly shows like this, where I get wrapped up in the characters and cry during almost every show…but still, I love it. It keeps me going.

Why do I get so wrapped up in the worlds of others but can’t face my own life.
And when I do…face it. When I face it all, the only thing I see is his face.

It’s been a year since love. Since relationships. But the time to hesitate is through.