Sunday, July 17, 2005

The Journal of Online Behavior ... via plep

posted at 4:25 PM

have had some interest to paraphrase jordan's centos over at Growing Nation ... i put them in the comments ...

as i told jordan, i'm not sure these are precisely paraphrases ... in that they don't follow the detail of the poems but try to state the path of an "argument" ... which may or may not exist in the poem itself ...

a sample:

a cento for br tom murphy:
first line index
.03


I.
knowing what to call the plants along this path
here a dire need to compact in grey wool...here a wind...
mark the line...how it stutters into night...
constru ed loosely these comments prepare us
if we had tried with more care to unravel
or under orders not to remember the punch lines..not to remember/
it's nothing...not broken...not loose at the third spoke...not
if a toad were darker...the morning would pass...
pleased to be...among the inessential harrumphs...
meeting a cardinal...whorling...and known

Paraphrase I
In the botanical world one moves unprotected in all weather toward limits. Even limits of speech which murder speech. One moves toward a condition of not knowing much of anything. Not even of the nature of not knowing.

Then one feels better. Even brighter.


i'm not sure what purpose this serves ... but it's fun to see what comes out when you squeeze ...

and o ... i wouldn't say that a student (for example) who had read this paraphrase rather than the cento itself would have "gotten" the cento in any way ... the student may have only "gotten" the paraphrase ... and he/she would, of course, flunk the test: What color was the wool? How many spokes were there? How much depends upon the brightness of a toad?

posted at 10:45 AM

The Globe and Mail: A Dylan doc that truly rocks ... Containing a full-length interview with the recluse, and lots of juicy footage, Martin Scorsese's portrait is intimate, tender and raw, writes ANDREW RYAN ... getting psyched for september 26-27 ...

posted at 9:43 AM

 

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Watch Out World... Here I Come!! ... says niece Karen who has landed au france ... but has not yet found time to blog the arrival.

posted at 7:39 PM


posted at 3:28 PM

why does this bother me?

posted at 11:04 AM

The Carmelite Institute

posted at 8:59 AM



The Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel was instituted by the Carmelites between 1376 and 1386 under the title "Commemoratio B. Marif Virg. duplex" to celebrate the victory of their order over its enemies on obtaining the approbation of its name and constitution from Honorius III on 30 Jan., 1226 (see Colvenerius, "Kal. Mar.", 30 Jan. "Summa Aurea", III, 737). The feast was assigned to 16 July, because on that date in 1251, according to Carmelite traditions, the scapular was given by the Blessed Virgin to St. Simon Stock; it was first approved by Sixtus V in 1587.

... such a strange formulation ... "to celebrate the victory of their order over its enemies" ... institutions ... gotta love 'em ... sigh

posted at 8:54 AM

 

Friday, July 15, 2005

If you were to compress the earth to the size of an egg, all of the water on the planet would be but a drop, the air - liquefied for comparison - but a droplet, and the soil a speck barely visible to the naked eye. That trio - drop, droplet, and speck - make the earth unique among all the known planets in the universe, yet we rush to obliterate the difference.

posted at 9:27 AM

 

Thursday, July 14, 2005

two birds ... woody's birthday and my recent crushing on wilco ... done in, of course, by mermaid avenue ... right now "california stars" ... then "how one little boy could get so ugly" off "minor key" ... kid stuff ... "ain't nobody that can sing like me"

posted at 9:12 PM

a strangely productive last couple days ... finished Tess yesterday appreciative of Hardy's prose ... how he can pack a fairly florid victorian diction into a compact modern syntax ... or some such thing ... feels like a transitional style ... or is that just because i know a few things (& probably not enough) ...

any rate ... both film comment and english journal arrived in the post ... had unexpected coffee with kaiser ... received email (& editorial request) from an old dutch buddy ... and here's the big thing (you won't understand how big this is) ... i cleaned the cat's bathroom ... i mean this is BIG ...

on the other hand ... pomes at fyp seem to suck lately ... major shift or minor phase? we'll see ... and i'm already on the verge of deciding to rescind the new this one ... as a moderately good idea that needs more commitment than i can offer...

posted at 8:42 PM

Paula remains my favorite special operative in the secret worlds of plants and toasters

posted at 11:01 AM

 

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Rick Santorum is identified as a carmel grad here ... but nothing in his online biographies (the ones i've seen) indicates that he or his family ever lived in illinois ... the missing years?

posted at 11:49 PM

Sharp Sand: Politics of Ignorance ... lucky for us that one cardinal does not a Church make (nor does one pope, nor one bishop, priest, sister, brother, other) ...

posted at 10:57 PM

You are Wallace Stevens
You are Wallace Stevens. You love everything,
especially the sound of things. Too bad you
are so obscure that at times even you don't
understand what the hell you have written.


Which Famous Modern American Poet Are You?
via Quizilla

ha ... sure


People hear that kind of hateful preaching and believe they are acting as faithful Christians as they torch churches or beat up gays.
... via paula's house of toast: I have no patience with theological homophobia. I simply cannot bring myself to respect the opinion of those who propound it. It is an execrable opinion, unworthy of respect, unworthy of enshrining in articles of faith. amen, sister.

altered books

 

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The Blog of Henry David Thoreau ...
Thoreau's Journal: 12-Jul-1851
Now at least the moon is full, and I walk alone, which is best by night, if not by day always. Your companion must sympathize with the present mood. The conversation must be located where the walkers are, and vary exactly with the scene and events and the contour of the ground. Farewell to those who will talk of nature unnaturally, whose presence is an interruption. I know but one with whom I can walk. I might as well be sitting in a bar-room with them as walk and talk with most. We are never side by side in our thoughts, and we cannot hear each other's silence. Indeed, we cannot be silent. We are forever breaking silence, that is all, and mending nothing. How can they keep together who are going different ways!

How I Met and Dated Miss Emily Dickinson

fait accompli ...
The craving for what is no longer
possible in conventional life- a feeling of
personal significance, however, returns
the circle of makers of private language
designed to discourage conventional
readers to the social dynamics of team
sports.

Turning Wikipedia into an Asset for Schools

Google Earth

 

Monday, July 11, 2005

if you haven't lately or ever read amy's everything quinn ... you need to do it right now

just as i was admiring paula's resolve in trimming back her blogs ... just as i was pondering hdt's dictum to simplify ... i decided to generate this one ... partly because i'd heard good things about the frenchblogSpirit ... partly because i wanted a spot for a different kind of writing ... so there it is ... we'll see how far it goes

so the trip was good ... mom & meg run the state's best full-service inn ...


thursday we stumbled around Prairie Archives ... i in shorts got a chilly wet nose up my leg from the store's mascot ... but i found a brand new good cheap copy of the norton Winesburg, Ohio ... and a good cheap copy of The Collected Poems of Hart Crane ... 1933 Liveright ... good poems on good paper ... subtle design ...


friday we played at the lincoln museum ... and saw almost everything ... too long lines kept us out of "the white house" but we were able to see the razzamatazz Ghosts of the Library and Eyes of Abraham Lincoln technoramas ... Ask Mr. Lincoln was educational and good for us ... temporary exhibit Blood on the Moon was an extensive and coherent presentation around the assassination ... in itself worth a trip to springfield ... memorable: a simple note in pencil ... hatemail ... something like "May the Hand of God strike you down. Damn you" ... eternal violence of the self-righteous ... god help us still ... we did the whole tourist thing ... posing with the family ...




then we visited the WWII memorial at Oarkridge Cemetery ... took a look at dad's brick ... from certain angles the monument is not bad looking ... but it doesn't work so well from others ... such as straight-on ... the aluminum handrail dwarfs the globe and clutters the scene ... out of place in the black and white ... i'd lose it ... and the site needs many more trees ... wisely placed ... mom says she thinks there will be ... but i'm doubtful






back in petersburg jay & i explored the sorry old graveyard at the top of the hill ... kitty corner from st. peter's church ... i'd always seen it from the street ... but this was the first ramble through ... very old for these parts ... very dilapidated ... lots of fallen stones with evidence of attempts to fix them ... lots of illegible stones ... mostly sunbaked ... on the far side it leans down to a shady ravine ... i heard some kids playing in a swimming pool nearby










friday night we celebrated beth's birthday with a fiery mountain of homemade marshmallows ... to accomodate beth's recently arrived lactose intolerance ... yum ... we had some local corn too ... they say it's probably the last of the good stuff for the season because we've got a drought going on ... we need water ... & are hoping the remainders of dennis will get this far for a few days' soak ...



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