Manichean
When Amy Chua said that she lifted 50 pound rock in her Battle Hymn of the tiger mother, I asked my friend if she could. She said that mothers found immense strength in time sof emergency to save their child. few chapters later, the author drove her car over the childs foot and they both fainted.
Net Galley Challenge
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Myth
Antinomian
Louise Gluck started out with enrolment at Leonie Adams poetry workshop.
poems on myths.
Telemachus poems
Penelope
Louise Gluck started out with enrolment at Leonie Adams poetry workshop.
poems on myths.
Telemachus poems
Penelope
Hibernation
of snails.
The song of snails who are going to a funeral by Jacques Prevert
Snails trapped in ice reminds me of Thoreau and the crickets
I am amazed that crickets hibernate too.
Issa's lines keep coming up in the wild snail book.
Epiphragm
The song of snails who are going to a funeral by Jacques Prevert
Snails trapped in ice reminds me of Thoreau and the crickets
I am amazed that crickets hibernate too.
Issa's lines keep coming up in the wild snail book.
Epiphragm
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
April 12
After Ted kooser's day titles
A starling is a horse garb
over a stick
A starling hops along the curb
to picks its food in the morning
In the evening two starlings
picking grains like chicken
on the grass
tinge of dark blue on the head
a green on the shoulder
Iridiscent did you say
Impermanent
A starling is a horse garb
over a stick
A starling hops along the curb
to picks its food in the morning
In the evening two starlings
picking grains like chicken
on the grass
tinge of dark blue on the head
a green on the shoulder
Iridiscent did you say
Impermanent
Hilet
Today I went to the park. The grass was partly dry to sit on it with shorts. the part of the ground with the evening sun had no bench and table. A rain drain into the park ended in rocks mostly small but one bigger than a basketball. That was my seat to read the book from. On the left was a tree with large part of its trunk on the sloping ground. A father and his little 2~3 yr old are waling on it gingerly. When they come down the slope, the kid falls as a bound toy soldier.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.
love rushes into the absence that is loss
- Norman Fischer, In the face of fear
even if the loss is that of love.
Kill the Day poem by Donald Hall. Writing in third person.
- Norman Fischer, In the face of fear
even if the loss is that of love.
Kill the Day poem by Donald Hall. Writing in third person.
Monday, April 11, 2011
On your feet
In The checklist manifesto, two doctors are just exchanging strange cases. One thing that doesnt escape the reader is the call for quick action.
Its all Mediterranean
with words like Almohad. I have never heard of Maimonides. So the mappy looking cover jacket of
Maimonides in his world book was attractive.
Maimonides in his world book was attractive.
Snail have teeth
is the first thing I learn in flipping through The sound of snail eating.
In the way the snail is reacting to the environment, even though it cant talk, you can already see the bond forming between the author and the snail.
In the way, the author Elizabeth Tova Bailey describes the motions of the snail,I can now imagine the world from a snail's point of view. at least in terms of magnitude. Say for example, if it were in the woods it would be lying on the floor with wooden chips its size, that would translate to me climbing over megalith stone tools my size. Last weekend at an Audubon migration celebration event, there was a question. Guess how much nectar would a hummingbird have if it were the size of a child? they had atleast 18 gallons of nectar. They said it needs 3 times its weight.
Somehow I never thought that all the slime it leaves on the trail has to be generated by itself. Even the dried flowers on the ground or shells of nuts though lie vastated, have to be all produced.
I was wondering what a pain it would be for such a tender body if has to travel on sharp bodies. the snail has won that battle too.
Picture Proof
In the way the snail is reacting to the environment, even though it cant talk, you can already see the bond forming between the author and the snail.
In the way, the author Elizabeth Tova Bailey describes the motions of the snail,I can now imagine the world from a snail's point of view. at least in terms of magnitude. Say for example, if it were in the woods it would be lying on the floor with wooden chips its size, that would translate to me climbing over megalith stone tools my size. Last weekend at an Audubon migration celebration event, there was a question. Guess how much nectar would a hummingbird have if it were the size of a child? they had atleast 18 gallons of nectar. They said it needs 3 times its weight.
Somehow I never thought that all the slime it leaves on the trail has to be generated by itself. Even the dried flowers on the ground or shells of nuts though lie vastated, have to be all produced.
I was wondering what a pain it would be for such a tender body if has to travel on sharp bodies. the snail has won that battle too.
Picture Proof
One way or another
When I saw To a mountain in Tibet, I wanted to read it for my love of mountains. Some day.
Looks like the reader is still towards the same destination through
In the shadow of the Buddha
Phurba
Looks like the reader is still towards the same destination through
In the shadow of the Buddha
Phurba
Meet up
I was intrigued by this book Wild Men: Ishi and Kroeber in the wilderness of Modern America on Ishi
In the folds
of a comforter
theres a world
to make thought
the needle
and went through
to make
pleats
theres a world
to make thought
the needle
and went through
to make
pleats
Images and Allusions
Mattocks keeping time in
Forgotten Fountain
Alba is a nice image to paint.
Orpheus and Person from Porlockin Doubt
A plain Ordinary steel needle can float on pure water by Kay Ryan. Like she mentions in the interview, this poem is inspired from Ripley's Believe it or not.
Andre Breton
Jeunesse Doree in My Weariness of Epic Proportions
Forgotten Fountain
Alba is a nice image to paint.
Orpheus and Person from Porlockin Doubt
A plain Ordinary steel needle can float on pure water by Kay Ryan. Like she mentions in the interview, this poem is inspired from Ripley's Believe it or not.
Andre Breton
Jeunesse Doree in My Weariness of Epic Proportions
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