Thursday, February 14, 2002

San Valentino
For this was on seynt Valentynes day, Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make... Chauser -- Parlement of Foulys
There were actually three Saints named Valentine and although I'm sure each must of had their taste love, divine or earthly, we don't wear our hearts on our sleeves today because of them. But those two lines of verse, written by the day's master poet, hundreds of years ago, sparked a few to keep the day for love. Chaucer you saucy devil you. If he were alive today he'd probably be writing hormone fueled rock lyrics. I don't mean that Backstreet Boys crap. I'm talking three-piece, power chord, Marshal stack amp blowing stuff. The kind of music that drove us all wild in the 60s and 70s. Wild with love. Layla! You got me on my knees! I'm in the sunshine of your love, Sugar Mags! Inna-gadda-da-vidda, baby! Don't you know that I love you?!? Poetry. Love. It's the very essence of life. You can't live without either. Oh, you can go through life without them but you won't really be living. So go find your mate and make it man. Because life is so short. She said she loves you and you know that can't be bad. No, never bad man. Never bad.

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