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Ananke Antinoou: A day in the life


Sacred Nights: Ananke Antinoou

POEM: A day in the life, or, John Lennon, Antinous, and me

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky boy who made the grade
He went from nobody to the Imperial Court
Wound up in Hadrian’s bed
Nobody was sure if he belonged in the Imperial Court

One day he went out on the Nile
Just a boy in a boat, boating on the Nile
The reeds waving, the lotus fragrant
The crocodile and the hippo watched him go
But where he went only the long river knows

I read a book today, oh boy;
A Greek boy from the provinces
Had turned the Emperor’s head
And then he wound up dead
Nobody was really sure what was going on
Their affair might have gone on too long

They say he turned into a god

Woke up, fell out of bed
Got underneath the shower head
And listened to the song
That swiftly ran along inside my head

Any day now, you know, you could be dead
That voice inside my head
Walk into traffic and you could be dead
Because you crossed the street
Now wouldn’t that be neat

Ah I read the news today, oh boy
The rich are stealing from the poor again
Somebody wants a war, somebody closed a door
Somebody shot a man who raised his empty hands
But he was black and they were cops
He was a thug and they were not
Maybe he turned into a god

They say he turned into a god


Sacred Nights: Ananke Antinoou

POEM: Necessity

Just another day when the alarm
doesn’t go off and you can’t afford
to be late for work though you don’t
really care, so you shower and run
and grab something on the way,
not really food, just
and you just make the train,
or maybe you just miss it
it isn’t raining yet, but it might
work is a checklist of things
you have said and done and
heard and read and endured before
dinner is something you bought
because you were too tired
to cook, almost too tired to eat
it’s raining now and everything’s
falling apart so you go to bed
and dream of a boy drifting
on a boat across the broad slow
waters of an ancient river
not knowing or not caring
how strong the current is


Sacred Nights: Ananke Antinoou

I was going to post the two versions of “Wicked Little Town” from Hedwig today, but then I came across these videos. I can’t think of a better demonstration of enjoying life than Steve Martin on banjo, and the fiddlin’ is hot like a thousand stars.

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