Now you've been carving tales for dummies out of live oak and out of pine
I had a hightly mixed day. Lunch with my mother was lovely. A stressful and pointless doctor's appointment—to which I would not have bothered subjecting myself if I'd known that I was going to wait forty-five minutes to see a specialist who spoke to me for five minutes at most and then told me they could do nothing to help me and referred me right back to the doctor who'd referred me to them—was not. I have spent the evening doing not much, which feels like my ground state lately. I can say without exaggeration, however, that my mood improved from reading this poem by Megan Falley. I strongly recommend reading it aloud. I also kind of want illustrations.
I haven't posted a selection of sea-songs in years. Some recent acquisitions, some old favorites, in honor of the newest Best Picture.
Anna & Elizabeth, "Father Neptune"
Oh, Neptune, Father Neptune, I'll tell you fair and true
That if you should lose my sailor, I'll sing no more to you
The Bills, "Bamfield's John Vanden"
So your questions of romance don't ask me
I'm the man who wed the Pacific sea
Dana Falconberry & Medicine Bow, "Cormorant"
I couldn't breathe below the deep sea
But it does breathe underneath me
Eliza Carthy & The Wayward Band, "The Sea"
With blue above and blue below
And silence wheresoe'er I go
Gordon Bok, "Peter Kagan and the Wind"
She was a seal, you know. Everyone knew that. Even Kagan, he knew that. But nobody would say it to him.
John Doyle, "Selkie"
Swaying tide, caress me
Seaweed, kelp, and brine
Deep waters, dark and heaving sea
Laura Veirs, "Saltbreakers"
The ebb and the flood clearing all the channels of your heart
Lisa Hannigan, "Braille"
We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in the rush of
Braille on our skin
Nearby, "Breakers"
I've been drowning the waves for you
Have you gone and drifted out?
How can I get back to you?
PJ Harvey, "Liverpool Tide"
Shipwrecks above Liverpool's tide
We walk alone against the sky
The Pogues, "Turkish Song of the Damned"
Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind?
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall of the strand?
Shannon Lay, "Coast"
Darling, I'm telling you I belong by the sea
Stuart Estell, "Just As the Tide Was Flowing"
The tide flows in and the tide flows out
Twice every day returning
In other things that improve my mood,
handful_ofdust quite rightly tagged this post for me: Ben Mendelsohn on the entrance of Orson Krennic.
I haven't posted a selection of sea-songs in years. Some recent acquisitions, some old favorites, in honor of the newest Best Picture.
Anna & Elizabeth, "Father Neptune"
Oh, Neptune, Father Neptune, I'll tell you fair and true
That if you should lose my sailor, I'll sing no more to you
The Bills, "Bamfield's John Vanden"
So your questions of romance don't ask me
I'm the man who wed the Pacific sea
Dana Falconberry & Medicine Bow, "Cormorant"
I couldn't breathe below the deep sea
But it does breathe underneath me
Eliza Carthy & The Wayward Band, "The Sea"
With blue above and blue below
And silence wheresoe'er I go
Gordon Bok, "Peter Kagan and the Wind"
She was a seal, you know. Everyone knew that. Even Kagan, he knew that. But nobody would say it to him.
John Doyle, "Selkie"
Swaying tide, caress me
Seaweed, kelp, and brine
Deep waters, dark and heaving sea
Laura Veirs, "Saltbreakers"
The ebb and the flood clearing all the channels of your heart
Lisa Hannigan, "Braille"
We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in the rush of
Braille on our skin
Nearby, "Breakers"
I've been drowning the waves for you
Have you gone and drifted out?
How can I get back to you?
PJ Harvey, "Liverpool Tide"
Shipwrecks above Liverpool's tide
We walk alone against the sky
The Pogues, "Turkish Song of the Damned"
Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind?
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall of the strand?
Shannon Lay, "Coast"
Darling, I'm telling you I belong by the sea
Stuart Estell, "Just As the Tide Was Flowing"
The tide flows in and the tide flows out
Twice every day returning
In other things that improve my mood,

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I had not! Thanks for the link.
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That poem is excellent.
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It was miserable! I feel like the buck being passed.
That poem is excellent.
I read it aloud to
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I do not believe so.
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You're welcome. :)
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Thank you nonetheless.
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And you're right, it calls out to be read aloud! :o)
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I feel like setting it to music would be overkill, but it reads so well!
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Thank you. I don't understand why her office called me twice last week to confirm the appointment if she really didn't want to see me. And then wanted me to reassure her that the decision she'd made to not help me was all right with me, I'm not joking. It was framed as a question. I said, "Well, if you don't think there's anything you can do for me, I'm certainly not going to hang around and bug you to do it," which she then seemed nonplussed by. The whole thing was awful.
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The one I had was more self-assured. So self-assured she didn't let me finish a single sentence in either of two half hour appointments
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"I'm not going to help you, that's fine, isn't it?" WHAT?
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I have also had other referrals pan out like this, but I have usually had someone I could rely on to go back to. This referring doctor (not my primary care physician) was not great at responding to me to begin with. I am not sure there is a successful recourse here, which is part of what I'm so angry about.
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I think it's inappropriate only if you don't come back from the dead and latch onto a bystander at the wake.
(I love this song. It was the first thing I ever heard by the Pogues.)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIGioQ7tfXg
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I DO NOW.
Thank you.
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Thank you, and you're welcome!