Sunday, August 22, 2004
o... thirty-four years ago... today...
i became a carmelite...
Ascent of Mount Carmel
St. John of the Cross
translated by Charles G. Bell
In the dark of night
By luck, by chance
From the house hushed in sleep.
Safe in the dark
a secret stair
My luck, my chance
night for a veil
I stole from the house of sleep.
By chance of night
Unseeing and unseen
light, no guide
But the flames that my heart
Led by those rays
Surer than day
I came where one
Who is known to me
a place none seemed to be.
Purer than dawn
Lover and loved
the loved into Lover changed.
my flowered heart
That is only his
lay in sleep
Lulled by the breeze
fanning of my cedars gave.
turrets that air
With hand serene
it stirred in his hair
Gave my throat a wound
That took all sense away.
I ceased, I was gone
My face to
All passed away
and all thrown down
There among the lillies where
(from Five Chambered
Heart by Charles Greenleaf Bell)
A Certain Lady
Dorothy Parker (born this day 1893)
I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
your rushing words with eager lips,
my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your
brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse
your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and
And you laugh back,
nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths
my heart has died.
And you believe, so well
I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light
And all the straining things within
You'll never know.
Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
you are pleased with me, and strive anew
sing me sagas of your late delights.
you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
do you see my staring eyes of nights.
in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss
you blithely as you go ....
And what goes on,
my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
pre-wedding stress... Calm
down, love. It'll be OK.
... and i bet it will...
like the falling sensation that shakes
me awake... this time of year i start... like that split second
after i smash my toe into the door jam... a sudden helplessness...
as pain approaches... and i understand that i may have forgotten
how to do it... and the fall will continue... to the splat.
i mean... here comes the school
year... i have to be a teacher again... and what if... i don't
have a thought in my head... we have all these books to read...
and i suppose we should try to become better writers... and last
night a friend on the phone reports telling a kid...o you have
brother tom... you'll have a great time... if you do the work...
but what is the work... what ever is the work in a reading and
writing and speaking classroom... suppose i'd better start thinking
Friday, August 20, 2004
offering our beloved paradoxical john of the cross...To
reach satisfaction in all
To come to possess all
the possession of nothing.
To arrive at being
desire to be nothing...
Bush administration pushes dirty coal plants...But
the surge in coal plant proposals is also fostered by the Bush
administration and Congressional Republicans, who back new federal
research spending for "cleaner" coal-burning technology,
tax credits to expand investments in mining, and opening new stretches
of the public domain in the West to coal leasing.
... good gorgeous glass... via suzanne
Thursday, August 19, 2004
but... o... one more...Notes
wasting time... clicking the Next Blog
link at one of my favorite blogs takes me to...Expounding Board
takes me to The Daily
... which takes me to George
... which takes me to KLTC
which takes me to Identity,
Fantasy, Heresy: A Portrait of My Evil Ways
... which takes
me to Fofocas Anays
(boy, blogging is big in brazil)... which takes me to Roses
... which takes me to Zoe
... which takes me to The
Nit-Picky Thoughts of a Wannabe Princess
... which takes me
to... a mess of kid blogs whose design is really very annoying...
this morning i'm reading the fire-eaters
by david almond... i understand how someone could not like this
book... but why would anyone not want to... or maybe it's my sense
that this narrator/protagonist is about the age i would have been
back when the world was going to end... i never lived in a place
like shoreside at newcastle but i did live in a place where i
was young and particular in that place...
and then the men came to work outside my window...
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Bob Dylan portend the election of 2004?Dylan
evokes the wisdom that every religion teaches: If you follow fear,
anger and violence you become a Pharisee, and you will teach your
children hypocrisy. The poet opens both eyes and gazes into a
narcissistic pool. The greatest struggle in anyone's life is with
their own mirror, which is why poets are called mad by those who
see themselves in their vision. There is no political party for
poets like Dylan. He is isolated from both the left and the right
because, unlike them, he recognizes their fear. Like Snow White's
cruel stepmother, politicized people only want to hear words of
praise from their reflection, not the brutal truth.
even wendell berry gets a mention in
Village Voice Free Will Horoscope
... which is often a hoot...
even when mr. b. is not cited...
so today mom, pat, and meg begin the
first leg of their journey to the northwestern wedding of these
changes afoot at blogger... today when
i visit fait accompli
or tex files
a "blog this" link right up top where the ads used to
be. i click it and get a nice blogthis window... BUT... when i
click the old "blog this" link on my browser's navbar
i get a goofy link with added stuff like this: http%3A//nickpiombino.blogspot.com/">fait%20accompli...
i get "%3A" instead of ":"... i get "%20"
instead of a space... SO...
visit blogger and find they've got a new navbar link... i try
to go to it to get it... but nothing shows up on that page...
it doesn't load... i fear it's because i'm on a mac... or maybe
i need a more recent version of explorer... hmmm
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Almond InterviewedOf course, a lot of
this is stuff that adults say kids won't get. If you write books
that seem quite complicated, a lot of adults say, well we'll get
those bits and the kids'll get the nice story. It's a very kind
of patronising attitude towards kids.
Where the wild things are...As our civilization
becomes ever more fearful and bestial, Montana's deep wilderness,
albeit filled with "animals that can eat your ass,"
seems a much safer place to be.
Monday, August 16, 2004
now i remember that today is the last
monday of "summer"... this time one week from today
i will have finished the first day of teacher in-service for the
2004-2005 school year... the start of my 29th year in the business...
no complaints... if it weren't for some down-to-the-wire building
renovation we'd have started this week... nevertheless i'm feeling
a crunch on the fun-time... as should be some of my incoming students
who need to start hopping over at the
summer reading message board
... get to it, kids...
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