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  • Re: "Acciedent of Nature"

    From MummyChunk@21:1/5 to All on Fri Mar 21 12:48:16 2025
    RaspberryReturns wrote:
    "Accident of Nature"
    July 17, 2000
    West Hollywood, California


    Weeping willow, outside my window,
    Why do you weep?
    I look at you, and I feel like weeping, too.

    I was lying on my bed, so I closed my eyes.
    I went up into my head, and I really did try,
    Not to let you make me feel sad, or cry.

    What can I say about the willow tree?
    Is she there to keep me company?
    To remind me that I'm not alone?
    On days like today when I'm at home?
    And no one seems to call on the phone?
    And I get lonely, and wonder, what should I do?

    Willow, I tried to forget about you.
    I thought I wanted you to go away.
    But, like a friend, in my mind, you knowingly did stay.
    You quietly refused to go away.

    And now it's quite clear, now I surely see -
    My melancholia came not from that tree!
    Weeping willow, it is not true!
    I was already feeling down and blue
    When I went to my bed and gazed out upon you.

    And now look at what
    You've gone and done!
    You've given me a poem,
    Which has been so much fun.

    I am forever grateful, forever in your debt,
    Though your reason for weeping still troubles me yet.

    I love feeling happy, I love being free.
    Is there anything, anything, I can do for that tree?
    They say that the answer is in the question,
    And though now it seems obvious, I just can't help but mention:

    A poem lives forever,
    But not so a tree.
    So here in my poem
    She will eternally be.




    Thanks for sharing RasberryReturns....


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  • From cheesetray@21:1/5 to All on Sat Mar 22 01:00:23 2025
    RaspberryReturns wrote:
    "Accident of Nature"
    July 17, 2000
    West Hollywood, California


    Weeping willow, outside my window,
    Why do you weep?
    I look at you, and I feel like weeping, too.

    I was lying on my bed, so I closed my eyes.
    I went up into my head, and I really did try,
    Not to let you make me feel sad, or cry.

    What can I say about the willow tree?
    Is she there to keep me company?
    To remind me that I'm not alone?
    On days like today when I'm at home?
    And no one seems to call on the phone?
    And I get lonely, and wonder, what should I do?

    Willow, I tried to forget about you.
    I thought I wanted you to go away.
    But, like a friend, in my mind, you knowingly did stay.
    You quietly refused to go away.

    And now it's quite clear, now I surely see -
    My melancholia came not from that tree!
    Weeping willow, it is not true!
    I was already feeling down and blue
    When I went to my bed and gazed out upon you.

    And now look at what
    You've gone and done!
    You've given me a poem,
    Which has been so much fun.

    I am forever grateful, forever in your debt,
    Though your reason for weeping still troubles me yet.

    I love feeling happy, I love being free.
    Is there anything, anything, I can do for that tree?
    They say that the answer is in the question,
    And though now it seems obvious, I just can't help but mention:

    A poem lives forever,
    But not so a tree.
    So here in my poem
    She will eternally be.



    RaspberryReturns committed suicide many years ago.


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  • From cheesetray@21:1/5 to All on Sat Mar 22 01:21:25 2025
    RaspberryReturns wrote:
    "Accident of Nature"
    July 17, 2000
    West Hollywood, California


    Weeping willow, outside my window,
    Why do you weep?
    I look at you, and I feel like weeping, too.

    I was lying on my bed, so I closed my eyes.
    I went up into my head, and I really did try,
    Not to let you make me feel sad, or cry.

    What can I say about the willow tree?
    Is she there to keep me company?
    To remind me that I'm not alone?
    On days like today when I'm at home?
    And no one seems to call on the phone?
    And I get lonely, and wonder, what should I do?

    Willow, I tried to forget about you.
    I thought I wanted you to go away.
    But, like a friend, in my mind, you knowingly did stay.
    You quietly refused to go away.

    And now it's quite clear, now I surely see -
    My melancholia came not from that tree!
    Weeping willow, it is not true!
    I was already feeling down and blue
    When I went to my bed and gazed out upon you.

    And now look at what
    You've gone and done!
    You've given me a poem,
    Which has been so much fun.

    I am forever grateful, forever in your debt,
    Though your reason for weeping still troubles me yet.

    I love feeling happy, I love being free.
    Is there anything, anything, I can do for that tree?
    They say that the answer is in the question,
    And though now it seems obvious, I just can't help but mention:

    A poem lives forever,
    But not so a tree.
    So here in my poem
    She will eternally be.



    the last thing i ever heard from her, was that she told me that she changed the title of this poem, more appropriately to "Friendship."

    the next thing i knew, i was shockingly informed that she slit her wrists and bled to death in a bathtub, that very night.

    maybe she thought she was being a good kabbalist, doing what her rabbi said.

    "the most selfish thing you can do is to kill yourself."

    "kabbalah says, 'be selfish.'"


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  • From cheesetray@21:1/5 to All on Sat Mar 22 01:23:59 2025
    RaspberryReturns wrote:
    "Accident of Nature"
    July 17, 2000
    West Hollywood, California


    Weeping willow, outside my window,
    Why do you weep?
    I look at you, and I feel like weeping, too.

    I was lying on my bed, so I closed my eyes.
    I went up into my head, and I really did try,
    Not to let you make me feel sad, or cry.

    What can I say about the willow tree?
    Is she there to keep me company?
    To remind me that I'm not alone?
    On days like today when I'm at home?
    And no one seems to call on the phone?
    And I get lonely, and wonder, what should I do?

    Willow, I tried to forget about you.
    I thought I wanted you to go away.
    But, like a friend, in my mind, you knowingly did stay.
    You quietly refused to go away.

    And now it's quite clear, now I surely see -
    My melancholia came not from that tree!
    Weeping willow, it is not true!
    I was already feeling down and blue
    When I went to my bed and gazed out upon you.

    And now look at what
    You've gone and done!
    You've given me a poem,
    Which has been so much fun.

    I am forever grateful, forever in your debt,
    Though your reason for weeping still troubles me yet.

    I love feeling happy, I love being free.
    Is there anything, anything, I can do for that tree?
    They say that the answer is in the question,
    And though now it seems obvious, I just can't help but mention:

    A poem lives forever,
    But not so a tree.
    So here in my poem
    She will eternally be.



    bob dylan was allegedly reported as saying, verbatim, "kabbalah is not satisfactory."

    i interpreted this to mean, that it was perfect.

    i mean, poor raspberry, nobody ever liked her anyway. only all her friends here in our little group of so-called poets.

    what a joke.

    so much for tea with bob dylan.


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