Saturday, May 31, 2008

Dylan Thomas

All day yesterday I was working, as hard as a navvy, on six lines of a poem. I finished them, but had, in the labour of them, picked and cleaned them so much that nothing but their barbaric sounds remained. Or if I did write a line, 'My dead upon the orbit of a rose', I saw that 'dead' did not mean 'dead', 'orbit' not 'orbit' and 'rose' most certainly not 'rose'. Even 'upon' was a syllable too many, lengthened for the inhibited reason of rhythm. My lines, all my lines, are of the tenth intensity. They are not the words that express what I want to express; they are the only words I can find that come near to expressing a half. And that's no good. I'm a freak user of words, not a poet. That's really the truth. No self-pity there. A freak user of words, not a poet. That's terribly true.

Dylan Thomas in a letter to Pamela Hansford Johnson quoted in Constantine FitzGibbon's The Life of Dylan Thomas

Friday, May 30, 2008


A sentence you don't hear every day
but which I (over)heard today

"You don't need another ocarina!"

Wednesday, May 28, 2008



(My kind of fraternity.)

Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Live fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!

A Horse with No Name

The early '70s

I couldn't get enough of this song as a toddler. "A Horse with No Name" by America:

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Babelfish fun

Fun with Babelfish

The refrain of the song below, translated into Italian and back into English:

Elenore, Gee task you' the king swelling and you do good really it, you' with reference to my pride and joy, etc.

Monday, May 26, 2008


Your lips intoxicate me
Even though your folks hate me ...

More '60s stuff. "Elenore" by the Turtles.

Love that tambourine player:


WRONG! You all had Special K with bananas.

[Another nugget of pop culture. Who can identify the source of the quotation above?]

Lahiri on Lacerda

Jhumpa Lahiri on Alberto de Lacerda

Steven Riddle of Flos Carmeli recently mentioned the author Jhumpa Lahiri, and even more recently, I found this article at the website of the Poetry Foundation. It is Lahiri's reminiscence of her time as a student of the Portuguese-language poet Alberto de Lacerda.


The (early) '70s

OK, so this song is going through my head right now, so I'm compelled to post the video. "Betcha By Golly Wow" by the Stylistics. Someday, blogging about Important Things will resume, but right now enjoy this mellow, pretty tune from back when.

There's a spark of magic in your eyes ...


I hate summer. Hate it. If I won the lottery, and never had to work a day again in my life, I'd buy us a cottage on the Norwegian seacoast, or some other cool place, and we'd stay there until All Saints Day. I fear and loathe summer. I think air conditioning is mankind's greatest invention. Just so you know.

Rod Dreher, May 24th