Saturday, March 10, 2012

Observation

I wouldn't be surprised to learn that God is a black woman with irritating politics and eyes that could melt the most adamantine heart.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Vigils

Good morning, dear readers!


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Last night, I thought I would order the film The Broken Tower, in which James Franco plays poet Hart Crane, "on demand."  I changed my mind, and read the poetry of Hart Crane instead!  I don't regret my decision.  "March," "Old Song," and "Atlantis."  I will edit this post later to incorporate quotations from one, or from all, of these poems.


From "Old Song":



The burden of the rose will fade
    Sped in the spectrum's kiss.
But here the thorn in sharpened shade
    Weathers all loneliness.



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I am trying to write at 3.48 in the morning without the assistance of coffee.  We'll see how it goes!


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Lately I've had something of an unrestrained untamed ungracious id, if I'm using that Freudian term correctly, which surfaces whenever the subject turns to progressive politics.  I had a post up here for about 24 hours in which I felt compelled to growl about the Limbaugh/Fluke matter.  Why?  Beats me.  I didn't like the tenor of the post, and found it impossible to "moderate" because the whole point of the post was to bitch about progressivism.  So I took it down.


And lately I've wondered whether I should be engaged in public blogging at all, apart from matters pertaining to poetry.


Even Twitter.  I deactivated my relatively new Twitter account, because I do tire of the sound of my own virtual "voice" -- even in 140-character snippets!  (I have just now reactivated the account.  Decisive soul, I am.)


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Four o'clock, and I'm still writing without coffee.  It's going fairly well. I typed "waiting" instead of "writing" at a first go.


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I voted in yesterday's Republican presidential primary here in Massachusetts.  My candidate didn't win.


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The coffee is now brewing.  Isn't coffee wonderful?


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Today at 3.30 I go in for an MRI on my heel spur and Achilles tendon(s).  I've been walking with a slight hitch in my step for about 4 months.  Finally they took an X-ray, and discovered the bone spur in the left foot.  But both tendons are also troublesome.  Sigh.


The weight doesn't help.  I am, to paraphrase Monty Python's line about Cardinal Richelieu, nineteen stone of pure man.


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Watched the Rosary on Boston's CatholicTV at 3 this morning.  It was one of the old ones with the late Msgr Frank McFarland (d. 2001), who was immensely lovable.


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That's all for now, dear friends.  Until soon!