Divide

A tale of two lovers is bereft a smile,
but never completely of happiness;
a tale of two lovers is a switch or a dial,
turned with capricious scarcity.

Two lovers meet just as they always do,
as two pawns on a chessboard cross paths;
one takes the other, or they take each other,
but that small spark cannot last.

Separated by distance and desire,
they yearn to return to the board; 
so that they might cross paths again
and feel that spark once more.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, so they say,
 but that is certainly not true;
distance makes the heart tremble with isolation,
and wish for nothing else but you.

Distance is anathema to the two lovers,
and that they certainly know;
they want to bridge the distance by any means,
but the distance separates them even more.

Soon they realize their problem,
and resign to their local lives once more;
the lovers forget the loved,
but the mind weighhs heavily against the heart.

An idle mind is man's greatest treasure,
but for a lover it is a poison;
his mind will wander away from life as it is,
and resign itself into her embrace.

The mind will always know its desires
even when the heart does not;
and his mind will always desire her,
but his heart will beat reluctance.

The two lovers, separated by distance
are destined to meet once more?
They should say no, no, not once more,
because once will never be enough.

London Bridge

Graduate school. If you want to go to graduate school, prepare to read more than you ever have about things you most likely will forget a week after you read them. It's actually ludicrous how much reading I have assigned to me each week (a reading list a page long or more for each class per week), so I advise you, if you are considering going to get a Master's or a PhD, please consider what the hell you're getting that degree in. A hard science? You won't have to read much, most likely. Liberal arts? Prepare your sleeping bags for a library sleepover.

Aside from my Graduate's Lament, I finished my book and sent it off to Harper. Of course, I then read through it and realized that it should have had some editing done. So, now I just wait for three months or so to hear from them. If I do hear from them, there will probably be news reports of a man flying around London without any wings or aid. If I don't hear from them, there will probably be news reports of a man who jumped out of his window and landed on the street below.

Well, no, I probably won't commit suicide if it's not accepted, because thankfully there are other options in this new high-tech, internet-ty, Amazonian market world: self-publishing through Amazon. Now I just need to find someone to do some cover art. Any takers? Please? I don't want to end up making my own crappy covers in Microsoft Paint. Granted, I will try to only use the most symmetrical shapes, but I somehow doubt it would be as nice as someone who actually knows graphic design.

Oh, and US politics is the greatest comedy enacted on mankind.

That be all for this hour of the day,
Das Flüg

A Debate in 8 Pictures

A friendly debate between me and a friend. I'm in the blue, not because I'm a democrat, but because blue is my favorite color.