"I believe in angels..."

The Boys are back in town Thursday night for the next episode of Supernatural, entitled "Houses of the Holy." Find out why the cynical and sceptical Dean Winchester now believes in angels!

While I'm on the subject, it seems to me that Season 2 is finally gaining momentum, but I fear it might be a case of too little, too late. Whatever would I do in the after-life without my favourite programme? Do all good things have to end? My Thursday nights would never be the same again! Now, remind me...how many days until Season 2 is released on dvd? Check out the hot Winchester Boys this Thursday at 6pm on the CW Network and scare the hell out of yourself.

"Tread carefully because you tread on my dreams"

I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn tired
Lord knows all the color and form of leaves I have trodden on and mired
Perhaps I have put forth too much strength or been too fierce from fear ...
I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year
All summer long they were overhead more lifted up than I
To come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by
All summer long I thought I heard them whispering under their breath
And when they came it seemed with a will to carry me with them to death
They spoke to the fugitive in my heart as if it were leaf to leaf
They tapped at my eyelids and touched my lips with an invitation to grief
But it was no reason I had to go because they had to go ...
Now up my knee to keep atop another year of snow.

Robert Frost (with W. B Yeats tossed in for good measure)

"I got your note, W.B.Yeats and all..."

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

I would bring you summer rain and rainbow skies

Where did you come from and how did it start,
Was it a star from heaven that brightened up my heart?
That light keeps shining on me
Since you walked into my life,
You're here and now I can see
Whatever it takes, take care of me.

(music and lyrics by Agnetha Fältskog)

"Young and sweet, only seventeen..."

My darling niece Victoria turns 17 today. She was the sweetest little angel running around in her frilly little dresses all those years ago, and she has blossomed into a beautiful and utterly delightful young lady. And she just passed her driver's license! Uncle ABBA couldn't be more proud of her. She is the dancing queen indeed! Happy Birthday, Vic. When's our next Supernatural night?

THE SUN WILL SHINE AGAIN!

You give me love, you make me shine
Clear in the midnight sky
My fantasy makes me shine...

Cool as ice, I broke away, did I
Catch your love in time
More communication
More communication, that's all I need
And like a star I'll shine...

(K.Jarvis/G.Fletcher/J.Bird)

You know who you are, sunshine.

Cursum Perficio

Marilyn Monroe reached the end of her journey at the age of 36. She was interred on August 8, 1962 at Westwood Memorial Cemetery.

"At the request of Marilyn, Judy Garland's "Over the Rainbow" was played...Marilyn was dressed in a green Pucci dress, and a green chiffon scarf...she held a posy of pink teacup roses, given to her by Joe Dimaggio during his vigil at her side the night before.

"Joe sent fresh roses to Marilyn's crypt 3 times a week for 20 years - a promise he made her years before she died. "

(Extracted from the Cursum Perficio website)

A thousand daffodils enshroud me

"What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower..."

Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

"Now I see you've broken a feather..."

Edna St. Vincent Millay died at age 58 in her beloved Steepletop. She had spent the last year of her life grieving the loss of her devoted husband, Eugene, and battling her addictions to alcohol and morphine. She was found at the bottom of her main staircase, having apparently fallen during the night. Her wine glass was placed carefully on one of the top steps, and then (as is alleged) she accidentally tumbled to her death. This has never been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. Was the emotional and physical pain too much for her? Could she simply not endure another day without her other half? Were her friends aware of her despair? We will never know, I suppose. But she left behind a wealth of unpublished manuscripts and poems, some of which were made public after her death, and in these writings she leaves clues about her frame of mind in her last months on Earth. We are grateful she left us so much to read. And we are still, so many decades later, "mixing her" with our talk, and remembering what a passionate creature she was. And how broken this little sparrow had become.

One Way Love

When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Supernatural Boys are back in town!

TV's hottest paranormal hotties return with the new episode Playthings tonight. Rumour has it the plotline (isn't that why we all watch the show anyway?) involves demented spirits and devilish dolls causing trouble in a remote and spooky hotel. I have a two part question: how do we check into this haunted hotel, and is room service available?

Strange Birds on the Wing

The delectable and multi-talented Keanu-clone David Usher returns with a brand new album Strange Birds, released this March. The first single, "The Music," is already receiving lots of airplay. Must say I'm pretty damned excited about it. I play his records constantly. After all, it's all about the music, isn't it?

"...but still I go out every night
and hide myself among the lights
bathe in all the pretty things the city brings
the bodies glisten and they shine
like the stars we're born to die
and like these roses we all will fade

i'm counting the cars on the freeway below
lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives
speeding out of control
lost in the music in the music..."

Like An Angel Passing Through My Room

Half awake and half in dreams
Seeing long forgotten scenes
So the present runs into the past
Now and then become entwined,
playing games within my mind
Like the embers as they die
Love was one prolonged good-bye
And it all comes back to me tonight...
I close my eyes
And my twilight images go by
All too soon
Like an angel passing through my room.

DREAMS COME TRUE IN HOLLYWOOD

News bulletin: Meryl Streep, one of the most brilliant actresses of all time, has signed on to star in the new film adaptation of Mamma Mia!. She will play the lead role of Donna Sheridan, and filming begins in London and Greece this summer. I could not be happier. I have adored this woman since seeing the greatest movie ever made, The Bridges of Madison County, for the first time in 1995. And now, she's set to star in a film based on the musical based on the music of the greatest band in history. Can it get any better? The Mamma Mia! movie will be produced by Tom Hanks, Judy Craymer, Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus, and is scheduled for release during the musical's 10th anniversary year, 2009. Bring it on home, Mama Meryl! You are a Super Trouper.

Supernatural Returns!

The Winchester Boys are back in town tonight after a month's hiatus. Watch the new episode "Hunted" tonight on the CW Network, or City TV in Vancouver, and learn the secret Dean has kept from Sammy for the last few months.

Only my last goodbye...

What now my love?
Now that it's over
I feel the world closing in on me
Here come the stars
Tumbling around me
There's the sky
Where the sea should be...

Happy Heart

Feeling more and more
Like I’ve never felt before
You have changed my life
So completely

Music fills my soul now
I’ve lost all control now
I’m not half, I'm whole now
With your love

It’s my happy heart you hear
Singing loud and singing clear
And it’s all because you’re near...

(Recorded by Petula Clark. Dedicated to my one and only Sun God.)

Elegy for Lynn W.

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, --
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Past resolution's power..."

"Seems to me now, that the dreams we had before

are all dead, nothing more, than confetti on the floor...

Happy New Year, Happy New Year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy New Year, Happy New Year,

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die..."

(Andersson/Ulvaeus/Millay)

Death-defying love

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of a bright world dies
When day is done.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Francis William Bourdillon

Falling

And he, repulsed--a short tale to make--
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves,
And all we mourn for.

Hamlet.