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Squee!
I'm presenting at LSA!!!
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*twitches with nerves*
So, I now know several people who have heard back from the LSA about papers they've submitted. Still waiting for news about mine ... -
I'm half-alive but I feel mostly dead
Actually, that's far more melodramatic than the truth, but when else am I going to get to use a Jewel quote as the title of a post?
Readers may notice - with varying degrees of surprise, most of them fairly low degrees - that I haven't updated in a while. Well, since my last post, the only really noteworthy thing I've done is be recumbent on a ( Read more... ) -
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
It's a Walt Whitman kind of day today. More precisely, it's a "Song Of Myself 18 & 19" kind of day: a day when we can, and should, forgive ourselves our own failures, real or imagined, and take our deserved place among the multitudes.
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Please do not stay tame.
I don't know if I've posted this before. I've been trying not to repeat previous poem-posts, even ones that didn't occur this month - which is the absolute only reason I haven't posted this yet.
In any event, I haven't found this in my archives, so I hope it's new to you.
( Villanelle If You Want to Be a Bad-Ass ) -
And what if excess of love/Bewildered them till they died?
Today is Easter, if you're not Orthodox. (Ok! I get it! I'm wrong! *smile* Happens.) And although Easter was celebrated on April 23rd in 1916, I still think W.B. Yeats' requiem for that day is the most appropriate thing I can post.
This is one of my favorite poems - of Yeats', and in general - and I could probably recite it from memory if called ( Read more... ) -
Another kind of love poem
So, owing to a fabulous early-afternoon spent with museumfreak as she passed through Chicago, today's poem comes later in the day than it otherwise might have.
Still, in my time zone, I have an hour to go before it's actually late.
While I was trekking around town, I started reading Dog Years, the poet Mark Doty's memoir of life with his golden retriever, ( Read more... ) -
Why I no longer try to define my "type"
... because every time you make a definitive statement of The Only Type You're Attracted To, lo and behold, you meet someone fabulous who doesn't fit. ;c)
Today's poem:
( A Ballad of Two Knights ) -
If this were a poem-post...
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Proud flesh
Today's poem is "For What Binds Us," by Jane Hirschfield. While I love her description of love, let's be honest - I chose this poem because, as a former fencer, I love the idea that scars and other physical wounds are marks of pride, of something you've been through and survived. I always kind of wanted a dueling scar right down the side of my ( Read more... )