meter counted out
mechanically correct
where are the seasons?
gray clouds of autumn
obscure the sun and heavens
rain drizzles and pours
"Pluralitas non est ponenda sine neccesitate"
("plurality should not be posited without necessity.")
Two interesting quotes from
Lewis Thomas:
"The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers."
"The great thing about human language is that it prevents us from sticking to the matter at hand."
Late Night in the Garden of Good and Evil....
Some late night changes to this site. I changed the color as well as the width of the side bar. Now the months in the archive section should display properly. Now, If I could just tweak the format of the dates on it.
good morning to you.
I know that the weekend nears.
I hope to be there.
I have plans unmade.
Trey's house, Judith's birthday gift.
Lots to do Friday.
I play it by ear.
Friends to see and food to eat.
Perhaps you'll be there.
Bottoms up! Man's joy!!!
Beer Bottles, Rum, Three Hurrahs!
Bottoms up! yes indeed!
I came across a
nice essay on a poem titled "Statistics" by T.S. Eliot. However, I can find neither an online version nor a hard copy version in my campus library. So frustrating!
Blog away Kenny.
Post stuff that you read or think.
Bottoms up, my friend.
Okay, I am here.
So what? What's there to do now?
What?!? Give you advice!
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
1
Among twenty snowy mountains
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
2
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
3
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
4
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
5
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes.
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
8
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
9
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
12
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be going.
13
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar limbs.
Fully Operational
This death star is now fully operational... It's been a long time since I have attempted to post anything here. When I went to post something last week I realized that this page had been hosed by my former ISP. No problem, I relocated it to Blog*spot and have it back up and running. I also started
another Blog dealing with my return to college life. This one will still be for whatever random things catch my eye.
At Barnes&Nobles over the weekend I came across a book of Japanese death poetry. While skimming through it I came across a reference to the
Kojiki. In itself it is facinating. The reference commented on a story that has similarities to the Greek myth of Orpheus. Anyways, today was the first time I had a chance to look it up online.
An Invisible Bee
--Rumi
Look how desire has changed in you,
how light and colorless it is,
with the world growing new marvels
because of your changing. Your soul
has become an invisible bee. We
don't see it working, but there's
the full honeycomb! Your body's height,
six fet or so, but your soul rises
through nine levels of sky. A barrel
corked with earth and a raw wooden
spile keeps the oldest vineyard's wine
inside. When I see you, it is not so
much your physical form, but the company
of two riders, your pure-fire devotion
and your love for the one who teaches you;
then the sun and moon on foot behind those.
