Sio credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, siodo il vero,
Senza tema dinfamia ti rispondo.


LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question 10
Oh, do not ask, What is it?
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, Do I dare? and, Do I dare?
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair?" 40
[They will say: How his hair is growing thin!]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin?"
[They will say: But how his arms and legs are thin!]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:"
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all?" 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all?"
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep, tired, or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet?"and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all?" 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
And this, and so much more?
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old, I grow old 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


--TS Elliott--

Time for some fun big willie style.

Love, MrDT

Yesterday is gone and I'm preparing for work tonight. It seems my vacation is finally over after I blew all of yesterday by sleeping. It was kinda funny I woke up ate something fell back asleep for the afternoon...woke up at 11:00pm ate some thing and then fell back to sleep around 2:00am...Sorry I missed your party Matt, hopefully the day was special for you, mine usually are...

I went to the Queen concert on Friday and have to say that it kinda sucked. Only 2 original band members (where was the quintasential Brian May?) and Paul Rodgers who surprisingly offered a good show if you don't mind bad company... I would have enjoyed the show but they left out a few of the major hits. I did get to here ANother one Bites the Dust and a tribute to Freddy Mercury with Bohemian Rhapsody. My first 35rpm was the Dust single with Keep Yourself Alive on the B-side....its my favorite Queen song but they didn't play it so here it is. Can you say reunion tour???

HMMMM...it seems the depatment of labor doesn't accept a master degree as section 599 training. Gee that kinda sucks...looks like my Sabbatical is coming to an end...it says that my training will not lead to a specific goal....WOW!!!! I can think of about a hundred that it could lead to....business training is not required to work as a cook or in the field of executive grocery store management.

I got to go reheat some food for a couple of hours...then I have to hit a mismanaged grocery store for some supplies. See ya later, Love..

MrDT

I can't believe its 3:30 and in a few hours I will be on a plane back to cold buffalo. the weather is gorgeous here. take for instance the time and the fact that its still 70 degrees out. I had the top down on the mustang on the way home pumping some armin van buuren. so many looks...so many complements...i want one of my own if i ever move down here.

brought some drunk ass youngins back to the hotle with me. i can't ever remember being that young, foolish or immature. it seems that the only thing on their minds was meeting hot guys tomorrow on the beach. good for them i guess i'm glad its out of my system. however i do wish i would have met some hot girl to share this time in the fun and sun with.

can't say i'm in a hurry to get home but it will be nice to get back into my old regimen. i miss the gym, the brownrice and every morning's regularity that come from eating a well balanced high nutrition and fiber diet.

my nose is peeling and i have to pack...i changed my user sound for all of those who appreciatate music.

lookin' for some sunshine in buffalo...with love, MrDT

Its about 2:30 right now and I'm wakin up from a nap...looks like I won't be able to so anything else until tomorrow...I blew it!!! (should have gotten up at 12:00).

This resort is great...I ogt kinda boned on my car rental and instead of a convertible ,ustang I got a chrysler sebring...which is really disappointing I payed extra to go with Budget who rents Fords and not Dollar who rents chyslers. They're gonna get an earful from me in the morning.

Here are some pics from my .5 megapixel phone camera:





I bet you guys miss this!!!



Even the pool is wifi---you should have seen the looks I got when I pulled out my laptop!!!




Damn I need to get some sleep...



One very, very big tub







Damn this room is big...I keep on having to walk thorugh doors to get to rooms.



Notice the shitty golf coarse off the patio...not to shabby...



OOO .... and a full kitchen too...
Notice yankees cap, backwards...Yeah I love NY

I made a trip to Walmart in the evening....Holy shit what a nightmare that was. I must have waited an hour for about 6 people to ring and bag their carts all to have their first credit card declined...everyone and I'm not kidding....DT tip #2 if you value your sanity on vacation stay the hell away from Walmart.




Good thing I brought some fine Indian tabacco to calm me down.

I'm out...it seems like I had some funny captions for these pictures but they all slipped my mind...TIme to go back to bed.,,

Love you, MrDT