Let's talk about the pleasures and puzzles of the smaller mystery--mystery novels and other fiction--and the bigger one--life.
Exultation in the goingOf an inland soul to sea,Past the houses--past the headlands--Into deep Eternity--Bred as we, among the mountains,Can the sailor understandThe divine intoxicationOf the first league out from land?E. Dickinson
Fair river! in they bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty-the unhidden heart- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto's daughter;But when within thy wave she looks- Which glistens then, and trembles-Why, then the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles;For in his heart, as in thy steam Her image deeply lies-His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyesEdgar Allan Poe
Mine contribution is a song.NaCl (Sodium Chloride)by Kate and Anna McGarrigleJust a little atom of chlorineValence minus oneSwimming thru the sea, digging the sceneJust having funShe's not worried about the shape or sizeOf her outside shellIt's fun to ionizeJust a little atom of ClWith an unfilled shellBut somewhere in that sea lurksHandsome SodiumWith enough electrons on his outside shellPlus that extra oneSomewhere in this deep blue seaThere's a negativeFor my extra energy yesSomewhere in this foamMy positive will find a homeThen unsuspecting ChlorineFelt a magnetic pullShe looked down and her outsideShell was fullSodium cried "what a gas, be my bride andI'll change your name from Chlorine to Chloride"Now the sea evaporates to make the cloudsFor the rain and snowLeaving her chemical compounds in the abscenceOf H2OBut the crystals that wash upon the shoreAre happy onesSo if you never thought beforeThink of the love that you eatWhen you salt your meat.And here they are performing it [LINK].
And on non-poetry subject, how everybody's weather? We got blasted, snow, sleet (lots of sleet), and more snow (which is still going). Hard to tell what the total is because the sleet tamped everything but I'm guessing 8-10 inches so far. School's are closed; Jim is happily home (sorry again Lisa). Morning all.
More Cowboy Poetry--Mornin' on the DesertMorin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free, And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe.Mornin' on the desert, and the air is like a wine, And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine.No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away, And a little 'dobe shanty that belongs to me and May.Lonesome? Not a minute: Why I've got these mountains here,That was put here just to please me, with their blush and frown and cheer.They're waiting when the summer sun gets too sizzlin' hot, An' we jest go campin' in 'em with a pan and coffee pot.Mornin' on the desert-- I can smell the sagebrush smoke. I hate to see it burnin', but the land must sure be broke.Ain't it jest a pity that wherever man may live, He tears up so much that's beautiful that the good God has to give?"Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same,have you ever seen the moonlight turn it to a silvery flame?An' that greasewood thicket yonder -- well, it smells jest awful sweet, When the night wind has been shakin' it -- for its smell is hard to beat.Lonesome? Well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town.But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown.All day through the sagebrush here the wind is blowin' free. An' it's ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.
Andi--BAH HUMBUG --I gotta go in two hours late. And I don't think our ice will be melted by then.Ah the brainy powers that be.REFRAME--Got some extra time for writing this morning.Waves and thanks to all contributing. Fun reading all day.Stay warm and toasty.Nancy, thank you for Poetry Day and just because. Wonderful Weds. to All.
Since we are in the grip of a snowy storm, here's one for a warmer time.Millions of StrawberriesMarcia and I went over the curve,Eating our way downJewels of strawberries we didn't deserve,Eating our way down.Till our hands were sticky, and our lips painted,And over us the hot day fainted,And we saw snakes,And got scratched, and a lust overcame us for the redunmatchedSmall buds of berries, till we lay down--Eating out way down-- and rolled in the berries like twolittle dogsRolledIn the late goldAnd gnats hummedAnd it was coldAnd home we went, home without a berry,Painted red and brownEating our way down.-- Genevieve Taggard
My First Memory (of Librarians)This is my first memory:A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky wood floorA line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the centerHeavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply too short For me to sit in and readSo my first book was always bigIn the foyer up four steps a semi-circle desk presidedTo the left side the card catalogueOn the right newspapers draped over what looked like a quilt rackMagazines face out from the wallThe welcoming smile of my librarianThe anticipation in my heartAll those books—another world—just waitingAt my fingertips.Nikki Giovanni
Morning, all - the weather here is atrocious. Snow turned into sleety ice and slush, all frozen and ick today.I spent most of last night with a migraine, so am staying home today and just sleeping. (I am a total barometer!)Andi! Love the McGarrigle sisters and have enjoyed that song numerous times.I'm enjoying the heck out of the rest of the poetry. :)Great day, all.
One shoe on when phone rang and intelligence prevails.NO SCHOOL TODAY. JOIN ME FOR HOT COCOA, CUBAN COFFEE, TEA OF CHOICE. POETRY PARTY!!!!Yeah Jim came!!!Maria, I've got a quiet corner set up just for you. Soft cushions and snuggly quilt. Will dote. Love the Tree picture today.Need a little straight and strong.
That's a great poem, Maria. Jim and i went to see her do a reading many years ago. It was wonderful. I hope you feel better soon (I find the McGarrigle's French Record very soothing).Yay for the day off, Lisa. BTW, you didn't mention the author of your poem so I went looking and found this about Katherine Fall Pettey.
Sorry, no time to research poetry - wish I had a bunch of favorites at my fingertips as y'all do.Freezing rain when I arrived yesterday, on top of piles of black snow. Lots of accidents on the interstate coming in from the airport. Calling for snow again today, but hopefully not as much as you, andi. Sorry about the migraine, Maria. And yay for no school to the teachers out there! Stay inside and be safe.I'm off to pack. Thanks for cheering my day with poetry, everyone.
Lisa M: Welcome to the Club of Weather Bound Teachers.Nancy: Thanks for declaring a poetry day.Maria Lima: Incredible that Nikki Giovani and I must have gone to the same library. I remember the chairs that never fit the tables too.Kim: I don't recall ever reading that Poe(m) before - loved the rhythm and phrasing.
Lowering the tone, here's one (can't remember the author)I tried out on a five year old the other day, with a satisfying fit of giggles as the result:I eat my peas with honeyI've done so all my life.It makes the peas taste funnyBut it keeps them on the knife.(Possibly by comedian Spike Milligan)
JimF, I LOVE that, thanks for sharing it. Happy snow day!
Morning all!Dense fog here, both out the window and in my head. Like Beth, I don't have a store of poetry to look up, so I'll probably make something up when the (internal) fog lifts.Working at home today; need to photo up a couple new boxes and throw a manual together to make UL happy.
John Prine:Me and Billy ShakespeareStepped out to get a root beerWe sat together so nearPeople thought we were queerPunctuated by the big scareWe joined the Air Force right thereTo defend our country first classWho couldn't give a rat's assDon't you tell me that theWhite House is my homeLeave the lights on till your baby gets homeFeeling kind of bonyOn the telephoneyTalking to MarconiEating Rice-a-RoniNominated for a TonyFor acting like a phoneyWatching Twilight ZoneyOn my forty-two inch SonyThis is just a long songIt ain't no poemLeave the lights on till your baby gets home
Weather is horrid here, in Boise, January is the cruelest month, methinks.Love the poems, here's my contribution:MY CANDLE burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-- It gives a lovely light! -Edna St.Vincent Millay
There once was an author in a raceHe pounded the keys at a brutal paceThough headway he madeFor it he paid When his brain took off into spaceOr something like that. 21,000 words in 11 writing days so far and 45,000 more to go. Bizy, backson.
Drive by hi. That is a wonderful photo, Andi!
What's the weather like here? SNOW! Just about everything's closed and I was sent home early because of SNOW! 17" to be exact. Of course, when I got home I couldn't get in the driveway because of SNOW! lol So, here's my contribution, the last part reminds of Andif taking the pups for a walk. (Thanks for Poetry Day, Nancy!) Snow Dayby Billy CollinsToday we woke up to a revolution of snow,its white flag waving over everything...the government buildings smothered,schools and libraries buried, the post office lostunder the noiseless drift...In a while, I will put on some bootsand step out like someone walking in water,and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,and I will shake a laden branchsending a cold shower down on us both.read the rest at:http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=176051
Bono--Holy smokes--17". We go bananas with less than inch of ice. Texans=Terrible winter drivers. Do you have to dig yourself out?I know somebody has a snowblower(I'm thinking Kelly), but do you guys mostly shovel that sh...uhh snow yourselves?Our ice mostly melted away. Gooooooo Sun. Almost got to 40.I finished the big scene I was reworking today --Yea. Shhh--only two chapters left and I'll be at the end of this editing pass.
Lots of people (most) have snow blowers here, Lisa. The rest of us do it the old fashioned way, via snow shovels. :-p I think we just hit a new record for snowfall in January. The old record was like 42" during the blizzard of 1978. Before this latest storm, we had 30". Skiers are having a wonderful year. We have not been free of snow on the ground since early January.Congrats on putting your day off to such good use!
I shovel the walks if it's less than five inches and ignore the driveway. Everything over that meets the snowblower.
Saying Goodbye to Very Young Childrenby John UpdikeThey will not be the same next time. The sayingsso cute, just slightly off, will be corrected.Their eyes will be more skeptical, plugged inthe more securely to the worldly buzzof television, alphabet, and street talk,culture polluting their gazes' pure blue.It makes you see at last the value ofthose boring aunts and neighbors (their smellsof summer sweat and cigarettes, their faces like shapes of sky between shade-giving leaves)who knew you from the start, when you were zero,cooing their nothings before you could be boredor knew a name, not even your own, or howthis world brave with hellos turns all goodbye.
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