1. Two things, right now: My boyfriend and I are newly engaged. My father is in the middle of a manic episode. I’ve been neglecting this blog – partly because I am busy gushing and crying in equal turn, and partly because I am way past deadline on like a million things. 2. I am not so … Continue reading Chances for sorrow
This poem by Theodore Rothke, which Kurt Vonnegut included in the intro to Slaughterhouse Five. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow I feel my fate in what I cannot fear I learn by going where I have to go. *** I’ve always loved this one. But it’s actually not the first poem … Continue reading On Theodore Rothke and misinterpretation.
This from The Rubaiyat Omar Khayyam (verses LXXI – LXXIII): The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’d we … Continue reading A scientist-poet. From 12th century Persia. On Writing.