Acquainted With the Blight (for Ray)

I love the closing verse. It made me laugh.

Posted by Casca at March 2, 2011 9:38 AM

It'll all be forgotten when the sun comes back for an intense 12 hour visit, and remembered once more, with resignation, when he goes away on his endless vacations...after all, not even the sun likes hanging out in such a rainy city.

Posted by Jewel at March 2, 2011 9:49 AM

You seem to have parted the clouds with this. If only for the moment.

Posted by Andy at March 2, 2011 9:55 AM

As centuries pass and the rains won't halt,
They'll still proclaim, "It's Bush's fault".

Posted by Roger Drew Williams at March 2, 2011 10:22 AM

Aaaand, the moment's gone.

Posted by Andy at March 2, 2011 10:34 AM

I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appalls,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

"London" by William Blake
Songs of Experience (1794)

Posted by Fat Man at March 2, 2011 10:53 AM

As centuries pass and the rains won't halt,
They'll still proclaim, "It's Bush's fault".
Posted by Roger Drew Williams at March 2, 2011 10:22 AM

Ba-DOOM.

Posted by Rob De Witt at March 2, 2011 12:15 PM

we LIKE a nice soft low sky here and the intermittent several kinds of rain!
you must be from SOMEWHERE ELSE

Posted by pbird at January 31, 2013 4:50 PM

Well, you're the one who chooses to live there, just as I choose Florida, with its hurricanes, thunderstorms, and high heat and humidity for my permanent home. But you learn to make adjustments. I live far enough from open water and on high enough ground that storm surge and flooding aren't issues, and I stay away from outdoor activities when cumulonimbus start to build. And heat doesn't bother me, even with 90%+ humidity.

Posted by waltj at January 31, 2013 8:28 PM

The wind is so bad down where I live that one day it stopped blowing and all the chickens fell over.

Posted by chasmatic at February 2, 2013 7:20 AM

The poetry on this site and Ol' Remus' art history lessons are always good.

Posted by Lorne at March 4, 2014 7:45 PM

You're writing about the rain like it's a bad thing!

Your espresso allowance is terminated; your access to polar fleece garments also. Report to room 101 for re-education.

Posted by raincityjazz at March 4, 2014 9:30 PM

Please. I grew up in Grays Harbor. When I went to college by Seattle, I marveled at the sunny climate.

But, your experience is yours, and mine is mine. Love the verse and rain gifs. Makes be soaked just reading.

Posted by Casey Klahn at March 5, 2014 7:58 AM

This world has many moods. Raining down here in the Southeast, too.

Your top picture is Broughton St. in downtown Savannah on a rainy night. I'd know that view anytime.

Posted by mezzrow at March 5, 2014 12:00 PM
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