Sunday, October 23, 2005

& o ... nice convergence of berry's book and today's mass texts ... around the question ... "who is my neighbor?" ...

The answer: Your neighbor is any sufferer who needs your help. ... and so ... the burden ... of knowing ...

posted at 12:17 PM

from wendell berry's essay "The Burden of the Gospels" at the end of his brief gospel passage gathering Blessed are the Peacemakers ...

We humans write and read, teach and learn, at the inevitable cost of falling short. The language that reveals also obscures.

i'm thinking there's a certain perversity in an inversion of that second sentence ... "the language that obscures also reveals" ... though i've clearly put some money down on the likelihood that it does just that ... and the adventure's in the seeing ... what's revealed ... in the fog ... the perversity's in the notion that we can aim to fall short and still hit ... something ... worth hitting ... now, gods, stand up for underachievers!

posted at 12:08 PM


Saturday, October 22, 2005

yeah ... tonight i'm a butterfly ... and it's got nothing to do with the white sox

posted at 9:06 PM

there's a long silence in my room just now ... the fan, this machine and my fingers on it, the squeaky chair ... but it seems like a long silence since the cd stopped ... there was shirley horn's rich voice and swinging piano ... and then there wasn't ... which is about as sentimental as i'm going to get over her passing ... the disk was may the music never end from i think 2003 ... & to my untrained ears it seems just wonderful ... that one piece ... "everything must change" ... was so irritating the first twenty times or so ... is now just wonderful ... i buy the gimmick ... the release ... jump up and wave my arms like butterflies ... a split second after she mentions them ... odd enough to earn a look from the cat

posted at 9:04 PM

o ... look out ... the window ... nothing much to the right ... maybe some game ... but there's political poem to the left ... look out ...
Jacket 29 - April 2006 - Norman MacAfee: The Coming of Fascism to America ... via wood s lot

posted at 11:10 AM

2005 NEA Jazz Masters Fellowships: Shirley Horn

posted at 9:24 AM

NPR's Jazz Profiles: Shirley Horn

posted at 9:22 AM

Shirley Horn - Verve Records

posted at 9:20 AM

sad news this morning ... - Jazz legend Shirley Horn dies at 71 - Oct 22, 2005 ... may the music never end ...

posted at 9:15 AM


Friday, October 21, 2005

today at whiskey river ...
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon. - Basho

so ...

there is nothing you can hear that is not a child; there is nothing you can tell that is not the street ...

there is nothing you can fix that is not a flame; there is nothing you can move that is not the work ...

there is nothing you can count that is not the prize; there is nothing you can bury that is not an eye ...

there is nothing you can twist that is not a saint; there is nothing you can frame that is not a cave ...

posted at 1:00 PM

Edgar Allan Poe, Review of Hawthorne's Twice-Told Tales ...

Mr. Hawthorne's distinctive trait is Invention, creation, imagination, originality - a trait which, in the literature of fiction, is positively worth all the rest.

posted at 11:06 AM


Thursday, October 20, 2005

loren's got cool birds over at In a Dark Time

posted at 4:37 PM

o ... turns out those moon pictures i thought were so great were just blah ... some days you just get more suckiness than anything else ... even mixed in with the good stuff

posted at 4:28 PM

so i was up at five to drive to milwaukee for an a.p. workshop at marquette ... so my senior classes read more othello outloud and the sophomores watch a&e poe bio ... the day was uneventful ... where i was hoping for pleasant shocks of insight ... but it may have been my fault from all this tired i got ... from the recent push to grade ... from this longterm push to kill whatever bug has been jumping round my upper respiration ... the sore throat is dwindling down ... almost dead ... it seems ... leaving me just sleepy ... looks like half a day of school tomorrow ... for us will be bringing in a big bunch of money ... they say

posted at 4:15 PM

: d u s i e :

posted at 4:08 PM


Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Frank's Home ... via growing nation

posted at 7:44 PM


Tuesday, October 18, 2005

what happened to tuesday ... i don't know ... i took a picture of the full moon this morning hanging over the east ... but i'm too tired to set it up for posting now ... maybe tomorrow ... grades are almost done

posted at 10:12 PM


Monday, October 17, 2005

TIME Magazine - ALL-TIME 100 Novels ... sure ... i'll get right to it

posted at 8:56 PM

from Thomas Merton ...

The deep secrecy of my own being is often hidden from me by my own estimate of what I am. My idea of what I am is falsified by my admiration for what I do. And my illusions about myself are bred by contagion from the illusions of other men. We all seek to imitate one another's imagined greatness.

If I do not know who I am, it is because I think I am the sort of person everyone around me wants to be. Perhaps I have never asked myself whether I really wanted to become what everybody else seems to want to become. Perhaps if I only realized that I do not admire what everyone seems to admire, I would really begin to live after all. I would be liberated from the painful duty of saying what I really do not think and of acting in a way that betrays God's truth and the integrity of my own soul.

From No Man is an Island by Thomas Merton
(San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Publishers, Inc. 1955)

... one of the best of the early merton books

posted at 2:19 PM

Knowing Poe

posted at 11:32 AM


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