Sunday, November 21, 2004
in honor of bjork's birthday today i've
blown the dust off the sugarcubes' life's too good... unheard
for at least five years... and it stands up to time very nicely...
a good soundtrack for post-counting...
you should see me being a bum here still
in my walking sweats... last of the cold coffee swirling round
my teeth... reading a blog here and there... writing bad sunday
morning pomes... thinking there's all this stuff i gotta do...
some of it quite soon... some of it right now... shower shave
dress up and... please... smile for the people as they visit carmel
catholic (hey, so says our startling new logo) high school...
smile all day or at least from noon to four p.m. ... then come
home and GET TO WORK... you see, i'm on a deadline of sorts...
aimed at three p.m. monday... might be a bit off... we'll see
if you haven't seen any beautiful babies
lately... and wish you had... check out suzanne's
& John Muir
...... the writings of both
men on each other from their journals, letters, and essays...
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Thoreau's Journal: 17-Nov-1853...Are not more birds crushed under the feet of
oxen than of horses?
New York Times > The Poetry Symposium
Book Review recently asked a handful of poets and critics to respond
to this question: What book of poetry, published in the last 25
years, has meant the most to you personally -- the book you have
found yourself returning to again and again? We asked them not
to select reissues, or volumes of a poet's ''selected'' or ''collected''
work. Here are their responses...
Friday, November 19, 2004
Thursday, November 18, 2004
for a day that began in frumpish disorientation...
it turned out ok... might have been the weather so unseasonably
warm... might have been our quieter than usual walk (not in itself
a bad thing)... the absence of laughing ducks... heavy gray all
plus... i was bugged
by my failure to connect with visiting suzanne
last night... left a message on a machine somewhere in 773...
without reply... so i was resolved to slog through the day with
madame b. and the apes and hdt with the sophs...
and then... right before period g... the door knocks...
and then... enters suzanne!
proceded to spin some yarns, read some poems, and whip all the
good questions into a fine souffle of sound sense... i can't speak
for my sophs, but i couldn't imagine a better way to wrap up the
day... she's a great reader of her own poems... and just as good
for conversation... even on a gray thursday of a week one day
too long... real art wakes me up... you... too?
"Before a standing army can rule,
the people must be disarmed; as they are in almost every kingdom
of Europe. the supreme power in America cannot enforce unjust
laws by the sword; because the whole body of the people are armed,
and constitute a force superior to any bands of regular troops
that can be, on any pretense, raised in the United States."
on the Evils of Standing Armies by Laurence M. VanceOne subject that Brutus speaks on at length is
the evils of standing armies. In four of his sixteen essays ([The
Anti-Federalist Papers] numbers 1, 8, 9, 10), he explains how
the establishment and maintenance of standing armies breeds fear,
is destructive to liberty, and should be viewed as a scourge to
a country instead of a benefit.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
« Quand j'écrivais l'empoisonnement
de Madame Bovary j'avais si bien le goût de l'arsenic dans
la bouche, j'étais si bien empoisonné moi-même
que je me suis donné deux indigestions coup sur coup, -
deux indigestions réelles, car j'ai vomi tout mon dîner.»
...g. flaubert a hippolyte taine. 20 novembre 1866.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Dryden : Mac Flecknoe
... finds his heir...
alone my perfect image bears,
Mature in dullness
from his tender years.
Shadwell alone, of all
my sons, is he
Who stands confirm'd in full
from "Reverdure" in wendell
And there are ways
the deer walk
that are clear.
is not by will
I know this,
by being here.
Monday, November 15, 2004
and another word about that hateful amlit
anthology... i just checked out its price at our official web
book store... varsitybooks.com... new: 83.69... used: 62.99...
HOLY COWS DROPPING UNIMPEDED FROM THE BIG BLUE SKY... what...
& Georgia O'Keefe
... two great old ladies of the arts... both born on the same
day... this one... in the same year... 1887... (though it's likely
that neither was born an old lady)
o... btw... i HATE this text/anthology:
prentice hall... the american experience... should be the
pondering the order of these days in
amlit... started emerson last week... thoreau today... normally
i'd jump from walden and civil dis into douglass's narrative...
as a non-fiction thread... but douglass always leads to huck finn...
which is late 19th c. fiction... and i haven't yet touched irving,
hawthorne, poe... early 19th c. fiction... so maybe after thoreau
i'll leap back to irving, poe, hawthorne... then douglass... hmmm
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