Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”


Work Now, Sleep Later

I dunno if you
missed it or not…..

I guess it depends on
whether you’re one of
us poor-slobs who have
to drag your ass outta bed
every day to go to work
or whether you’re living
the high-life on some
fancy ass yacht somewhere
and couldn’t be bothered
to worry about stupid shitz1
like this, but…..

Last Sunday was

Otherwise known as
Work Now, Sleep Later.

Now, for those of you
in the aforementioned
poncey-rich group as well
as those lucky enough to
live in a place that doesn’t
make it’s citizens jump
through such stupid hoops
like this anymore,
you may not know exactly
what this day entails,
but basically,
it’s me waking up
in a semi
panic attack
because my Big Ben
manual wind up
alarm clock (‘Ole Reliable’)
and my stupid cable box’s
digital clock’s showing
different times.

I gotta go to work —
what the hell time IS it,

Ok– so, maybe I figured
it out pretty quickly –

( my mind ain’t exactly
a steel trap anymore,
but it still works after
several very hazy moments )

— but the real bottom line
is I lost an hour of sleep,
and oh, boy
am I pissed about it.

Now, I don’t give one
flying damn whether
I’ll theoetically get that
fucking hour back
again in the fall —

Hell, that slow train comin’
mighta have ran over my
ugly carcass way before
that day ever comes —

and besides —
I need that hour
of sleep NOW —
— not next autumn.

Telling me they’ll mail me
a check for it just don’t cut it.

It really doesn’t serve much
of a purpose these days,
I’m told —
(by several people who probably
don’t know anything more about
it than I do, which ain’t much –
but they agree with me )
and it screws my circadian
rhythm up for a couple of
weeks every damn time.

Plus, I don’t know
how much
more “Ole Reliable”
can take —

And they just don’t
make alarm clocks
that can take a punch

!!!!! HOY !!!!!!


Raymond Chandler says:


“What did it matter where you lay once you were dead?
In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill?
You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that.
Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you.
You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.
Me, I was part of the nastiness now.
Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.
But the old man didn’t have to be.
He could lie quiet in his canopied bed, with his bloodless hands folded on the sheet, waiting.
His heart was a brief, uncertain murmur.
His thoughts were as gray as ashes.
And in a little while he too, like Rusty Regan, would be sleeping the big sleep.”