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...
posted
at 7:52 PM
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
posted at 11:05 AM
if you haven't seen any beautiful babies
lately... and wish you had... check out
suzanne's
wonder-full granddaughterposted
at 10:41 AM
Thoreau's Journal: 17-Nov-1853...
Are not more birds crushed under the feet of
oxen than of horses? (via
waldenlist)
posted at 9:28 AM
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
day...
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!
who
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?
posted
at 7:16 PM
"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."
...Noah Webster
posted at
12:37 PM
« 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.
posted
at 9:51 PM
from "Reverdure" in wendell
berry's
Clearing...
13.
And there are ways
the deer walk
in darkness
that are clear.
It
is not by will
I know this,
but
by willingness,
by being here.posted
at 8:35 PM
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...
a... racket...
posted at
7:10 PM
Marianne
Moore &
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)
posted
at 7:02 PM
o... btw... i HATE this text/anthology:
prentice hall...
the american experience... should be
the
american snippetposted
at 12:14 PM
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
posted at 12:12 PM
neat back and forth about being (in)
a blog at
OKIRposted at 12:07 PM