011111 Peter in Media

Every chance I can get I have been writing but I haven't had many chances. Our last few days down here have been hectic. I leave tomorrow (well, today, technically). I have to pack. I have to clean the apartment (a little). And my lover has already fallen asleep.

We have septate flights 17 hours apart yet arrive at our destination within an hour of each other. And because we will have to be apart my lover has been testing my love. What if there is an earth quake and I am stuck here, no planes can leave or come for a month? I would take a boat to be with you. What if I get injured and have to stay in the hospital and you don't find out until you are already home? I'd turn around take the next flight out.

I am feeling much more confident and motivated since starting this journal. Writing has been coming to me easier. Some of my prose are turning out to be really beautiful. I am pleased.

In this entry I want to collect some songs and poems and pictures that evoke the idea of Peter.

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A Case of You

Joni Mitchell

Just before our love got lost you said

I am as constant as a northern star

And I said, constantly in the darkness

Where's that at?

If you want me I'll be in the bar

On the back of a cartoon coaster

In the blue TV screen light

I drew a map of Canada

Oh Canada

With your face sketched on it twice

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling

And I would still be on my feet

Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter

I live in a box of paints

I'm frightened by the devil

And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time that you told me, you said

Love is touching souls

Surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling

Still I'd be on my feet

I would still be on my feet

I met a woman

She had a mouth like yours

She knew your life

She knew your devils and your deeds

And she said

Go to him, stay with him if you can

But be prepared to bleed

Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine

You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling

Still I'd be on my feet

I would still be on my feet

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I don't know the authors name

At home I have her poetry book

I will update this part then

Today was insane
not knowing my name
I took the giant step
while a giant slept beside me
cozy, come darling
today was eternity
in the realm of reality
I took the giant step
while a giant slept beside me
cozy, come darling
Inside gave way as I asked permission
to go beyond
where a giant's steps invade
A giant slept beside me
Yes I'll always be
forever living free
under giants heavy steps
a giant sleeps beside me
cozy, come darling.

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Now, that poem had a lot to do with the character of Peter. First and foremost, when my aunt gave the book to me that this poem was in, I immediately fell in love. I must have been sixteen or seventeen years old. My mind and body filled with romance! This was my favorite poem in the book (except for the special hand written poem on the inside of the cover, written for my aunt by the original gift giver). I loved the idea of the woman being so small in her femininity. And a man being so large he was a giant. That imagery is so masculine. The two sexes contrasting with each other as much as they compliment each other. This poem is sexual and mysterious and was written about Peter, I have no doubt!

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The Ballad of Peter's Lovers:

Hyperballad

Bjork

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like:
Car parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around

It's become a habit
A way
To start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's early morning
No one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
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And, lastly some still images from X-Men Origins: Wolverine that I watched on TV a few weeks ago. When I saw this scene I immediately thought of Peter and his home.

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And, lastly I will leave you with my favorite line I have written today:
"You can fall in love with simple things like snow, and the heat of a man’s skin against yours after he’s just made love to you. The tenuous rhythm of the swirling snow can hypnotize you. And even a good girl can be convinced to do a very bad thing."