Archive for April 2004
poems for the end of poetry month, #2
IX from Twenty-One Love Poems
by Adrienne Rich
Your silence today is a pond where drowned things live
I want to see raised dripping and brought into the sun.
It’s not my own face I see there, but other faces,
even your face at another age.
Whatever’s lost there is needed by both of us –
a watch of old gold, a […]
poems for the end of poetry month, #1
(inspired by eclecticism)
First Snow
by Mary Oliver
The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million […]
damn.
this is the first time I’ve had a headache on a workday since March 24. (not the hat of pain day, but not too long after.) it’s not a bad one, but definitely there.
analysis: stressed about a few things, personal and otherwise. big meeting today. maybe not enough fluids? this is the […]
23rd post
by way of Keith R..
in emergency weblog:
in any case, I feel more awake, which is a good thing, because I stayed over at Kat’s house last night after the group.
ah, the defunct Q/TWGTDNSIN (or whatever the hell that abbreviation was); and that’s an oldie, from just about 3 years ago!
in snapping links (only the […]
apropos of nothing
Gus is the only MT blogger I know not to have any syndication whatsoever. so annoying.
already I like it
I’ve been using gmail for less than a day, and already I really like it infinitely more than mail.com. (fortunately, the massive accessibility problems don’t affect me directly.)
