This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew,
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins, Inversnaid)
What excellent news--and I am glad you got to be there to have it happen in person.
I had stopped in to watch the news and they played the students' cell-phone videos of this incident. It was extremely stomach turning. My fourteen year old son kept saying "How can they get away with that?" (You can clearly see that they were torturing the man far beyond his ability to stand or even speak, and he just kept screaming as concerned students tried to demand the officers' badge numbers) and my spouse answered "They can get away with it because torture is now legal under the present government."
"The flying shards of opportunity." Hoo.
Some of them make it into general useage when the first one is no longer understood, like "butt naked." No one says "buck naked" any more. And butt naked does make sense!
My single music gig was the summer of '63. Summer camp talent show. Since I couldn't play an instrument, I got the idea of parodying The Beatles, and gleefully rewrote a couple of their songs.
"She was just 64
and shaped like a door
and before too long
I barfed over her-errrr..."
Three other girls and I borrowed guitars from our Joan Baez wanna-be counselors, combed our hair forward, and learned a single chord for the beginning, strummed it, began to sing--but did anyone hear my brilliant lyrics? No, because as soon as that camp of about 500 girls heard the opening strains of a Beatle song, they started screaming, and screamed all the way through until we bowed just like the Beatles did in those early days. Testament to the astonishing power those guys had over us all, in those days.
I am already dealing with serious NY withdrawal, and the thought of seeing another gig just adds to the oomph. I really enjoyed what I heard in June, and want to order the CD since there's the small matter of 3,000 miles between me and attending. (The Pussycat Lounge sounds kinda fun, actually.)
Recent discovery of cheap, unpretentious but incredibly delicious food: Veselka, over in the East Village. Yow what great food.
A neatly numbered list of reasons why (and what shall happen if she isn't nippy about it) will await her in her LJ upon her return from points east.
To Kathleen David: my suggestion is to point beginning writers to the PARTICLES section of Teresa's blog, and have then click on "Learn Writing with Uncle Jim."
Jim Macdonald, AKA Yog Sysop of SFF.NET, wrote this, and it's chock-full of excellent advice for the new writer wanting to become a professional.
Teresa, has anyone told you you are wonderful?
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