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The Red Balloon ...
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Mestrovic, Zagreb
Tsuyu (Rainy Season): Five Tanka
–For Carter Wilson
Now, at forty-two, I recall one wet winter sixteen years ago, a favorite professor who was around this age then. You’ll find, said he, while buttoning his raincoat, as you get older you’ll have to be more careful when the weather’s gotten bad. I couldn’t fathom how drizzle (or students) seemed to make him edgy, but I’d try hard to hold the umbrella closer to him. Something in this rain, or in the wanting faces of my own students now, and i think I understand his restlessness that winter. Today, leaving class, rain lashing four ways at once, and I almost laughed when a boy, umbrella raised, tried to shield me from the storm.
–by the author of this blog
What can you say?
If someone asked you how you felt and you said you had --
a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling was the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air,
your response would be greeted as strange or affected, to say the least.
Or ...
Every time we read (not just poetry, also novels), every time we see a painting, every time we hear music as music and not just as sound: we suspend our disbelief and enter into creative conversation.
https://theconversation.com/how-do-you-read-a-poem-embrace-the-sound-the-strangeness-and-the-ambiguity-228381?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Latest%20from%20The%20Conversation%20for%20August%209%202024%20-%203060631210&utm_content=Latest%20from%20The%20Conversation%20for%20August%209%202024%20-%203060631210+CID_c1164902332e0819252d4c71cf5fe403&utm_source=campaign_monitor&utm_term=how%20to%20read%20a%20poem
Adrianne Lenker’s Radical Honesty
"She’ll hold her guitar, and she’ll start to speak in abstractions, or speak in complete nonsense — just sounds and shapes. Then she emerges from that space, and slowly the words start to form into syllables, and into the English language, and become a story, or a character, or a reflection of her own experience. But it has this really clear element of . . ." He thought about it. "Grace."
Buck Meek to Amanda Petrusich New Yorker October 12, 2020
Quote of the Day
“If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving definitely isn’t for you”
Steven Wright
From John Naughton's blog https://memex.naughtons.org/ 2 August 2024
Cows at Cardington
c/- my buried queuea tumblr aka The Queue RIP 2018
From a scientific perspective, the moon is composed of rock and dust, with no dairy products involved. Lunar samples brought back by Apollo missions reveal that the moon's surface is made up of various minerals and lacks any organic materials that would be found in cheese.
https://www.perplexity.ai/ acc 9 Aug 2024