...the great catastrophe
the day is like wide water, without sound (Wallace Stevens).
I attend to my work and I love it.
but today the languor of composition disheartens.
The day has affected me - its face is deepening dark (Cavafy).
there's something in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone- (Kris Kristofferson - Johnny Cash).
sunday is sposed to be the day - for kickin off your shoes
so how come that's the day-- I always get the blues.
and I can't seem to make it through Sunday-- (Lucinda Williams).
I like cream in my coffee. I like to sleep late on Sunday.
and nobody knows me - like my baby.
I like cream in my coffee, and I hate to be alone on Sunday-
and nobody knows me like my baby (Lyle Lovett).
