Saturday, December 12, 2009

Today would have been your 58th Birthday

In your honor I did the following:
Made a Chocolate Glazed Chocolate Tort
Made a steamed artichoke with garlic butter
Made a Reserva de la Familia/Grand Marnier Margarita in the boot.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Michael died September 5 2009

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the piano and with muffled drum
Bring out the piano, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky, He Is Dead
Put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves

He was my North, my South, my East, my West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good
--W.H. Auden