one might imagine god a big wave or pulse of energy/meaning in everything … at least i thought that … we’re mostly deaf or blind to it … and then one moment or thing or person jogs us open to receive it … this message/energy … & we know what matters then & all the [...]
1. How am I living in allegiance to Jesus Christ? Am I communicating anything?
2. How does our community live in allegiance to Jesus Christ? What are we communicating?
3. What part of one’s mind or soul runs in terror from the language of these questions?
4. When did one decide to stop speaking that name in public? [...]
1. How am I living in allegiance to Jesus Christ? Am I communicating anything?
2. How does our community live in allegiance to Jesus Christ? What are we communicating?
3. What part of one’s mind or soul runs in terror from the language of these questions?
4. When did one decide to stop speaking that name in public? [...]
took a break this afternoon to modestly admire the front flowers …
i know it doesn’t look like much … but this is the first year in over a decade that anything other than weeds has grown in that left-side bed … this year it’s nasturtiums … & i’d had my doubts … they sprouted slowly [...]
took a break this afternoon to modestly admire the front flowers …
i know it doesn’t look like much … but this is the first year in over a decade that anything other than weeds has grown in that left-side bed … this year it’s nasturtiums … & i’d had my doubts … they sprouted slowly [...]
it looks this this ONE is back in business … i guess i’ll stick with it … but THE OTHER ONE is up & active too … maybe i’ll double-post for a while … i could use the other one for that montaigne project … or i could split myself into three parts … poetry [...]
had a thought in the bookstore this afternooon … here’s essays by montaigne … perhaps one might blog his essay titles (having read or not read the actual montaigne) … incorporating one’s own local concerns …
now i’m setting up a new ONE here via typepad because the other one at edublogs has been down for over a day … and there’s no incoming info about how long it will be … down … so here it goes … here
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song
in cold … neardark
one goose … three deer …
goldenrod … three ducks …
goldenrod … goldenrod …
two deer … two coyote …
one skunk somewhere …
one cardinal bird … sunlight …
Pound-Eliot Sestina. By Alfred Corn …
T.S. Eliot never wrote a sestina.
I guess he was afraid of copying Pound;
Or else doubted his metrical finesse. If
We rate poets according to form, he blew.
With Old Possum, it’s like free verse all the way.
Yet, except for “Sestina: Altaforte” …
i suppose in teaching one never gets the chance to be quite as smart as one might be … there’s something held back … a place inside the idea you never get to … like in was it to the lighthouse … you get to q, maybe even r or s, but never to t [...]
