what the brother said...
Sunday, February 08, 2004
go to unfoldedorigami
and explore it... if you've got some time to kill and a need for
something fresher than most... a beautiful... sometimes sad and
scarey... place... (via riley
Saturday, February 07, 2004
noted that today begins the last week
of the first cycle of finish
... on the way back to A...
random analogy from wendell berry's "The
Conservation of Nature and the Preservation of Humanity"
in Another Turn of the Crank
instinct for faith is like a well-bred Border collie, who, lacking
cattle or sheep, will herd children or chickens or cats. If we
don't direct our faith toward God or into some authentic "way"
of the soul, then we direct it toward progress or science or weaponry
or education or nature or human nature or doctors or gurus or
genetic engineers or computers or NASA. And as we reduce the objects
of our faith and so reduce our faith, we inevitably reduce ourselves.
We are by nature creatures of faith, as perhaps all creatures
are; we all live by counting on things that cannot be proved.
As creatures of faith, we must choose either to be religious or
to be superstitious, to believe in things that cannot be proved
or to believe in things that can be disproved.
or... as bob says You may be a construction
worker working on a home,
You may be living in
a mansion or you might live in a dome,
own guns and you might even own tanks,
be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody...
i'm wondering why blogville... especially
the poet's subdivision... is not more widely linked to suzannagig
... a most worthy, joyful, and inventive neighbor...
Friday, February 06, 2004
to clarify... after that last post yesterday...
and all that talk of "low and obscure" i received this
:O NO NO NO
can't have that!!!
stow it below,
to which i replied:o these "o"s is classic... thanks...
soul of dr. seuss found a new home in
i'm doing ok... i shoulda
writing/thinking low and obscure"
"feeling"... it's how i'm
thinking about the
pomes lately... "low"
as in keeping one's head
as in... uh... obscure
rate, i'm glad it inspired such a
may i publish it on the
and i may... and i did... and thanks, suzzano, for
this blast of positivity... of which there can never be too much...
Thursday, February 05, 2004
: God Bless
God bless obscurity
land that I love
stand beside her
and guide her
with the dark from
of a glove
funny i should come upon this... just as i'm feeling
low and obscure... thanks for the synchronous reverb, nick...
poets without brains... my new party?
remember to read this
(thanks, suzanne): Postmodern
literary theory is now transforming itself so rapidly that Marxist,
feminist, deconstructionist, and psychoanalytic critics (and others)
are flocking back to the drawing board in droves as they search
for new approaches to writing and teaching.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
better brother... now that administrative
requirements have been met... better brother sleepy brother...
bad brother... bad bad brother...
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
"We should declare war on North
Vietnam. . . . We could pave the whole country and put parking
strips on it, and still be home by Christmas." Ronald
Reagan (10 Oct. 1965)
makes me think i can get away with saying on the class message
"war is evil...
war is never ever a good thing... to stand against war is a good
thing... to defend life and all of life's possibilities is a good
thing... all war is evil... always has been and always will be...
that's always been my starting
point... naive as it is"
Monday, February 02, 2004
Which Romantic Poet Would I Be If I Were
A Romantic Poet?
You are William Wordsworth! You get a bad rap
these days, alas. Many people think you
oppressed Coleridge, but there really isn't
much proof. You may have oppressed the women
in your life, but hey, everyone was doing it.
You honestly love nature, and admire an
aesthetic of simplicity and honesty. You love
Milton and human freedom, though some say you
sold out in the end. Oh dear. But you left us
"Tintern Abby" and "The Solitary
Reaper," bless your heart.
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Fielding, "Tom Thumb, a Tragedy"
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