Sunday, June 04, 2006

as for the weather ... one of those perfect lake county spring days ... a walk and then the planting of nasturtium seeds .. and then a lovely farewell mass in the lovely carmel courtyard for our outgoing school president, sr. mary frances mclaughlin ... who made and helped much good to happen in the past ten years ... bon voyage & god bless, sr. mary fran ...

word is out that most excellent niece and prom queen korie is happily installed way down south at siu ... best of luck, kiddo

posted at 9:18 PM

 

Saturday, June 03, 2006

today a walk and a funeral ... then home to lunch and the digging of prickly weeds ... but not the planting of nasturtium seeds ... maybe tomorrow ... then some reading of The Carmelite Way and wondering about that ... and i see that kaiser has finished Lot 49 and wants me to explain a bit to her ... me ... the sharpest pencil in the box ... question mark ... i hate the end of the school year ... i do hate it ... a lot

posted at 10:05 PM

 

Friday, June 02, 2006

overdetermined

posted at 9:17 AM

 

Thursday, June 01, 2006

eric zorn in today's trib ...

The bigger the risk, the greater the rush.

The preview for the upcoming Universal movie 'The Fast and the Furious, Tokyo Drift' makes street drag racing look like the most fun ever--a world of action, adventure, sex, money, romance and car crashes that make you shout, 'Woo!'

I went online to find it Wednesday morning after reading the story of the Lake County teenager who died in a crash on Buckley Road near Libertyville; a story that stands in sickening, ironic contrast to Hollywood's glamorous take on the thrills of speed.
... more

posted at 7:51 PM

just arrived yesterday ... issue one of NOON: journal of the short poem ... from back in 2004 ... a peach of a book both for what it contains and HOW it contains it ... all the parts work together ... a gorgeous whole beautiful thing to hold in my hands & in my brain ...

posted at 11:14 AM

i've been wholly eaten up by this need to end the school year ... ordinary papers are all processed ... posts are just this moment all counted ... quarter grade figuring & plugging them little suckers into the grading program is yet to come ... semester exams are yet to come (tomorrow) & yet to be read (over the weekend) & offered to the great god grading program & uploaded to Edline for all to see ... and that should be that

posted at 11:04 AM

Quickmuse ... if you've got a quick connection

posted at 10:55 AM

 

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

sad ... sad ... sad

posted at 7:32 PM

walt whitman, 187 today ...

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night;  
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation;  
(The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen close;  
I find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky.)  
  
The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,  
The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,  
The brood of the turkey-hen, and she with her half-spread wings;  
I see in them and myself the same old law.  
  
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections;  
They scorn the best I can do to relate them.  
  
I am enamour'd of growing out-doors,  
Of men that live among cattle, or taste of the ocean or woods,  
Of the builders and steerers of ships, and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses;  
I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.  
  
What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me;  
Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns;  
Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me;  
Not asking the sky to come down to my good will;  
Scattering it freely forever.


and i'm reading some of thoreau's letters, where shortly after their meeting on 10 november 1856 he wrote on 7 december ...

We ought to rejoice greatly in him. He occasionally suggests something a little more than human. You can't confound him with the other inhabitants of Brooklyn or New York. How they must shudder when they read him! He is awefully good.

To be sure I sometimes feel a little imposed on. By his heartiness & broad generalities he puts me into a liberal frame of mind prepared to see wonders -- stirs me well up, and then -- throws in a thousand of brick. Though rude & sometimes ineffectual, it is a great primitive poem, -- an alarum or trumpet-note ringing through the American camp. Wonderfully like the Orientals, too, considering that when I asked him if he had read them, he answered, "No, tell me about them."

I did not get far in conversation with him, -- two more being present, -- and among the few things which I chanced to say, I remember that one was, in answer to him as representing America, that I did not think much of America or of politics, and so on, which may have been somewhat of a damper to him.

Since I have seen him, I find that I am not disturbed by any brag or egoism in his book. He may turn out the least of a braggart of all, having a better right to be confident.

He is a great fellow.

posted at 7:16 PM

 

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

from thomas merton ...

One of the chief obstacles to this perfection of selfless charity, is the selfish anxiety to get the most out of everything, to be a brilliant success in our own eyes and in the eyes of other men. We can only get rid of this anxiety by being content to miss something in almost everything we do. We cannot master everything, taste everything, understand everything, drain every experience to its last dregs. But if we have the courage to let almost everything else go, we will probably be able to retain the one thing necessary for us -whatever it may be. If we are too eager to have everything, we will almost certainly miss even the one thing we need.

Happiness consists in finding out precisely what the 'one thing necessary' may be, in our lives, and in gladly relinquishing all the rest. For then, by a divine paradox, we find that everything else is given us together with the one thing we needed.


from No Man is an Island by Thomas Merton (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Publishers, New York, 1955)

posted at 10:02 AM

very sad news today that one of our juniors, Ryan Meinken, was killed in this crash yesterday ... may he rest in peace ...

posted at 9:52 AM

 

Monday, May 29, 2006

Reactionary Radicals and Front-Porch Anarchists

posted at 10:50 AM

one of the perks of no a/c ... having the windows open ... so i hear the memorial day bagpipe concert a block away ... so i suck in the rich ... almost too rich ... scent of our locust trees in flower ...



Among
of
green

stiff
old
bright

broken
branch
come

white
sweet
May

again


(wcw ... of course)

posted at 10:30 AM

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