Dear Gunn..

So, I briefly touched on Mark Twain's short story, "1601" and gathered a little bit of the crazy Twain has about him. I read a discussion between Secretary of state in 1880, John hay, and Alexander Gunn.

June 24, 1880
My dear Gunn:

Here it is. It was written by Mark Twain in a serious effort to bring
back our literature and philosophy to the sober and chaste Elizabethan
standard. But the taste of the present day is too corrupt for anything
so classic. He has not yet been able even to find a publisher. The
Globe has not yet recovered from Downey's inroad, and they won't touch
it.

I send it to you as one of the few lingering relics of that race of
appreciative critics, who know a good thing when they see it. 

The two are obviously fans, as am I. It intrigues me to see such high individuals mocking the rest of society for as so well put, not knowing "a good thing when they see it." I would like to continue endeavours into the story. Unfortunately, I made a pact with myself to finish On the Road before anything else. Can't you see how wonderful of a job I'm doing? Literary aspects aside, I'm tired, and still have so much to do.

Bon Iv-who?

Fair enough. Most people don't know who he is, and most people mistake that he, (Justin Vernon) for a band. Really, he's just one crazy talented guy from Wisconsin. It’s pronounced ‘BONE ee-VER,’ like the French term for winter. Personally, I love the guy, and have been listening to him far before his recently acclaimed fame. Now, this is supposed to be literary blogging, and that's what brings me to the subject of my post. Bon Iver's lyrical, poetic genius.

 Skinny Love :

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

 

Anyone who knows me could put up a significant argument that I can relate this song to my car. That's for another post however. Vernon's simple essence that captures such a common feeling is literally daydream worthy. Seriously, go listen to the song. The words and music will leave you struggling to concentrate on the daily humdrum of your weekly life. I can take to heart the message of holding onto things you should've let go, and not taking blame for things and pushing them to others. We all make mistakes, but in the end things fall in place and work themselves out. The beauty of the song is everyone has a different view and way of getting through. 

Buona Notte