Playlist:Heartache - Golden Eye
I'll Go Home - Tommy Mills and the Jade Amenity
Get Yourself Home - These United States
Don't Get Old - J Roddy Walston and The Business
Box Elder - Holly Golightly
Quickball - Honeyfeet
Every Single Night - Fiona Apple
Anger Management - Hunter Green
Nocturnal - Fushia
My Machines - Kite Club
Riot - The Whip
Be Cruel/Be Kind - Suzuki Method
Stella (What Have You Done) - The Suns
Camel Rock - The Aggrolites
Ha Ha Ha - Flipper
Parlor Tricks - Lionize
Sing A Simple Song - Breakestra
The Arched Pines - Autumn Owls
Part And Parcel - Rook And The Ravens
The Cellar - Rubberneck Lions
Sleepwalking (Clubfeet Remix) - Faker
Whispers And Moans - Crowded House
Poem:
THE CANONIZATION.
by John Donne
FOR God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
Or chide my palsy, or my gout;
My five grey hairs, or ruin’d fortune flout;
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve;
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace;
Or the king’s real, or his stamp’d face
Contemplate; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.
Alas! alas! who’s injured by my love?0
What merchant’s ships have my sighs drown’d?
Who says my tears have overflow’d his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.
Call’s what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly,
We’re tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find th’ eagle and the dove.
The phœnix riddle hath more wit
By us; we two being one, are it;
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.
We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tomb or hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We’ll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns all shall approve
Us canonized for love;
And thus invoke us, “You, whom reverend love
Made one another’s hermitage;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world’s soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes;
So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize—
Countries, towns, courts beg from above
A pattern of your love.”
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