Thursday, October 25, 2007

September 26, 1983

If it weren't for the levelheadedness of this man, we all would have been nuked to death twenty-four years ago.

Via Dyspeptic Mutterings.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Especially when the October wind
by Dylan Thomas (1914-53)


Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
fragments


the monastery of the setting sun

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dream of confession to a pagan priest

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impediments to liberty abound

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a spirit that's unused to sacrifice

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estranged from silence this distracted soul

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enslavement to the taste of fleeting bliss

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still slumbering lulled by magic not benign

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the non-ascetic worshiper of self

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dark icons of a false humility

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he runs as one who wants to stand in place

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how long will God protect the reckless man
who walks through dangerous places drunkenly

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a plague of pleasures and a scourge of pains

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peremptory thanksgiving for good health

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asking a wrathless heaven to bless the dead

Sunday, October 21, 2007

All knotted up
at three games apiece


The oh-so-reliable Daisuke Matsuzaka starts Game 7.

Cautiously optimistic.


Go Sox!