Book of Days


Nice Day for a Sad Poem

Pablo Neruda

Saddest Poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

 Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
 and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

 The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

 I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
 I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.



Now I am sober...


Nobody knows Love like Rumi.

This poem really spoke to me today.



In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel

I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love


Now I am sober


Update: How disturbing...

Madonna got here first...and it just goes to show you

There is nothing so pure that can’t be sullied by an overwrought video and ambient music.


If you’re a glutton for punishment, click the Read More link below, and watch her video.



All I do is dream of you

You’re every thought. You’re everything. 

A wonderful song perfected.

Chico at he 88s. If youve’never seen this, you’re in for a treat. If you have seen it, I know you’ll want to see it again. 






The I Ching: meditating on change.

When I face dilemmas, I will often consult the I Ching.

Trying to get a sense of how my intent accords with the changing flow of the Universe. 

You might enjoy trying this yourself. 



I Ching Online - the Online Book of Changes

There are lots of online I Ching sites. Most suck. But I like this site because the interface is easy (”Throw coins virtually”) to ge an instant reading, because the readings are updated and non-cryptic, and because each reading links to the extremely murky Wilhelm translation. 


Also this is the only site that understands the precedence of the changing lines in a reading (I’ll discuss that in a second.) The site also retains your readings in the browser history.



If you really want to know more about this is supposed to work, just Click to read more...


What to ask?

After a few tries you’ll probably find that the type of question the I Ching answers best is something like “How does this notion/idea/plan of mine accord with the will of Heaven?” You’re not going to get a helpful answer to “Should I wear the paisley tie or the purple ascot to the party?” But if you ask something like: “Is it a good idea to buy that 1967 Jaguar XKE from my brother-in-law?” the answer the oracle gives may appear very relevant indeed. 


Carl Jung and the I Ching.

I’m a big fan of the I Ching, because like Carl Jung, I’m kooky and smart. 

 I first read Jung’s essay on the I Ching in high school, about 200 years ago. In it, he first introduced his concept of Synchronicity. The essay was the introduction to the translation of the I Ching by Richard Wilhelm. He called it the Book of Changes. You can find the full text here


Carl Jung


Cucumbers came scrolloping across the grass


“Here’s a quarter. Phone your mother. Tell her you will never be a writer.”

She was beautiful, and funny, and crazy, and she wrote like a dream.

If I could write, I’d write like this:

From Orlando by Virginia Woolf


But what was worse, damp now began to make its way into every house —damp, which is the most insidious of all enemies, for while the sun can be shut out by blinds, and the frost roasted by a hot fire, damp steals in while we sleep; damp is silent, imperceptible, ubiquitous.


Damp swells the wood, furs the kettle, rusts the iron, rots the stone. So gradual is the process, that it is not until we pick up some chest of drawers, or coal scuttle, and the whole thing drops to pieces in our hands, that we suspect even that the disease is at work.



Dance Mix for Your Next Angst Party

Nuzrat Fateh Ali Khan

Take my life!

The ghazal is a mystic poem of despair,, a plea from the Lover to the Beloved, expressed in sensous romantic terms. They’re a big part of Persian-based Chisti Sufism. I sincerely hope you never feel so bad.


The Lover meets his Beloved and instantly loses his heart. She entices and seduces him, but then withdraws, leaving the Lover in dsepair.



Nothing says angst like a ghazal

And no one sings a ghazal better than Nuzrat Fateh Ali Khan. When Mell Gibson  movies start to heap on the torture and despair, suddenly the soundtrack turns to the Voice of Pain himself. 


Best part is that his albums always list the performers as “Nuzrat Fateh Ali Khan and Party”... as if he gets together with his buddies on a Saturday night to wallow in despair.. 


Let me hear you lie just a little


Darling, I know I’m just

Another head on your pillow
If only just tonight, girl
Let me hear you lie just a little




Why did I think the Doobie Brothers were a pathetic excuse for a band?

 The audacity — a pop song without a single rhyme!

The complexity of the lyrics, and the total unexpected twists of the tune. Nobody sells this crap better than Michael McDonald.  “...You say comfort me to anyone who approaches...” Tell me that isn’t fun.

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