Be Near Me
August 16, 2011 8:54 PM Subscribe
That looked so much like an ad that I was confused at the end that it wasn't selling anything.
posted by empath at 9:12 PM on August 16, 2011 [4 favorites]
posted by empath at 9:12 PM on August 16, 2011 [4 favorites]
They don't have any problems but its more dramatic if they pretend to.
posted by longsleeves at 10:09 PM on August 16, 2011
posted by longsleeves at 10:09 PM on August 16, 2011
For me this was just what the doctor ordered.
posted by Meatafoecure at 10:12 PM on August 16, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by Meatafoecure at 10:12 PM on August 16, 2011 [1 favorite]
what
posted by trip and a half at 10:23 PM on August 16, 2011
posted by trip and a half at 10:23 PM on August 16, 2011
They don't have any problems
Except that he's dead and it's raining in Los Angeles.
posted by The Ultimate Olympian at 3:54 AM on August 17, 2011 [1 favorite]
Except that he's dead and it's raining in Los Angeles.
posted by The Ultimate Olympian at 3:54 AM on August 17, 2011 [1 favorite]
The Tennyson poem:
Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
posted by The Ultimate Olympian at 3:55 AM on August 17, 2011 [6 favorites]
Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
posted by The Ultimate Olympian at 3:55 AM on August 17, 2011 [6 favorites]
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