I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –
With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –
Back in ancient Greece, people weren’t so damn butthurt over homosexuality. Sappho was not persecuted at all for her writing.
I found a little brief history on how this word for female homosexuality was coined. Cool to know, and if you already do, share it with your followers ^3^.
Tim Burton is like my 3rd grandpa and he doesn’t know it yet. I call him grandpa in my head at least. But if I continue to train my mind like that, then the day I meet him, rather than say, “Oh hello Mr. Burton”, it will turn out; “ijdow8oajs GRANDPA”.
For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about:
Salvador Dali met, and became very close friends with, the poet Federico Lorca. Lorca, being homosexual, tried pushin’ the friendship with Dali. Dali ‘refused’ his “Sexual Advances”.
It’s okay to ship dead people right?