Saturday, April 27, 2013

Lost and Found

What a terrible thing to have lost one's mind. Or not to have a mind at all. How true that is.
~ Dan Quayle

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Reflections on the week

As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. 
~Author Unknown

Act as if what you do makes a difference.  It does. 
~William James

Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence. 
~Lin Yutang

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Three ways of looking at a blackbird

As inspired by Wallace Stevens ~

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Follow the leader

Walk this way...

and don't mind the shadows -- or the fact that we're being watched.