FOR CHRISTOPHER WOODMAN

Because I Remember You

Because I remember you,
How can you, then, forget me?
Separation divided us two,
But this division creates three:
Our past with its helpless memory,
The two of us as we stand now,
And my image of you—idea forever
Unresolved!—existing, and though it were
My image and my image alone,
It is you, by the stream, happy and known.

………………………………………Thomas Brady

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8 Comments

  1. wfkammann said,

    March 17, 2010 at 2:35 pm

    Tom,
    Until you pointed it out I didn’t recognize him. Yes, that is Christopher, third Dryad from the left.
    Here’s a better lyric

    Down By the Riverside

    Gonna lay down my sword and shield
    Down by the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Gonna lay down my sword and shield
    Down by the riverside
    Ain’t gonna study war no more.

    refrain

    I ain’t gonna study war no more,
    I ain’t gonna study war no more,
    Study war no more.
    I ain’t gonna study war no more,
    I ain’t gonna study war no more,
    Study war no more.

    Gonna stick my sword in the golden sand;
    Down By the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Gonna stick my sword in the golden sand
    Down by the riverside
    Gonna study war no more.

    refrain

    Gonna put on my long white robe;
    Down By the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Gonna put on my long white robe; Down by the riverside
    Gonna study war no more.

    refrain

    Gonna put on my starry crown; Down By the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Down by the riverside
    Gonna put on my starry crown;
    Down by the riverside
    Gonna study war no more.

    refrain

    Gonna put on my golden shoes;
    (ETC)
    Gonna talk with the Prince of Peace;
    (ETC)
    Gonna shake hands around the world;
    (ETC)

    So, stick your sword in the golden sand!!

  2. thomasbrady said,

    March 17, 2010 at 3:03 pm

    Right on, Bill.

    Here’s another one:

    Last night I had the strangest dream
    I’d ever dreamed before
    I dreamed the world had all agreed
    To put an end to war

    I dreamed I saw a mighty room
    Filled with women and men
    And the paper they were signing said
    They’d never fight again

    And when the paper was all signed
    And a million copies made
    They all joined hands and bowed their heads
    And grateful pray’rs were prayed

    And the people in the streets below
    Were dancing ’round and ’round
    While swords and guns and uniforms
    Were scattered on the ground

    Last night I had the strangest dream
    I’d never dreamed before
    I dreamed the world had all agreed
    To put an end to war.

    –Ed McCurdy

  3. Wfkammann said,

    March 18, 2010 at 5:13 am

    Peace, Love, Dove

  4. Christopher Woodman said,

    March 19, 2010 at 2:54 am

    You see, Tom, if you cut the top off the painting you don’t realize where the bottom is. Height is always both precarious and uplifting, and in the case of this painting it not only narrows width but penetrates surface.

    Which is where the beef comes in.

    Click here if you want to see the whole painting.

    There’s also the question of where I am exactly, Bill, and if you click here you’ll clearly see I’m not the third dryad from the left. I’m standing there in saffron just in front of Aphrodite, humbly in the shadows of the pillar centre stage (in this detail on the right).

    Christopher

    • wfkammann said,

      March 19, 2010 at 3:31 am

      The first is a statue; the second Aphrodite and then you. Third from the left, clearly.

  5. Christopher Woodman said,

    March 19, 2010 at 3:34 am

    You mean me in my saffron skirt, humbly about my father’s business?

    (I was so embarrassed I’d hoped you hadn’t noticed.)

    C.

    • wfkammann said,

      March 20, 2010 at 12:02 am

      You mean the peeping tom in drag don’t you, Christopher.

  6. Christopher Woodman said,

    March 20, 2010 at 1:23 am

    And fetishist too — what do you think I’ve got in that basket?

    But it’s delicious — cross-dressing is the only way to get a good look at the gods. Why don’t you try it?

    It’s the hot-clothesline to Parnassus!