Friday, April 18, 2014

The Earth IS Lame

Details here.

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 18, 2014)

To The One Of Fictive Music
Now, of the music summoned by the birth
That separates us from the wind and sea,
Yet leaves us in them, until earth becomes,
By being so much of the things we are,
Gross effigy and simulacrum, none
Gives motion to perfection more serene
Than yours, out of our own imperfections wrought,
Most rare, or ever of more kindred air
In the laborious weaving that you wear.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 17, 2014)

To The One Of Fictive Music

Sister and mother and diviner love,
And of the sisterhood of the living dead
Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom,
And of the fragrant mothers the most dear
And queen, and of diviner love the day
And flame and summer and sweet fire, no thread
Of cloudy silver sprinkles in your gown
Its venom of renown, and on your head
No crown is simpler than the simple hair.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Dealing with Tragedy

Read The Onion story here.



Heard on "Conan"

Scientists now think that Jesus had a wife. They also believe that Jesus's nephew called his wife the "Aunty Christ."

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 16, 2014)

This Solitude of Cataracts

He never felt twice the same about the flecked river,
Which kept flowing and never the same way twice, flowing

Through many places, as if it stood in one,
Fixed like a lake on which the wild ducks fluttered.

Ruffling its common reflections, thought-like Monadnocks.
There seemed to be an apostrophe that was not spoken.

There was so much that was real that was not real at all.
He wanted to feel the same way over and over.

He wanted the river to go on flowing the same way,
To keep on flowing. He wanted to walk beside it,

Under the buttonwoods, beneath a moon nailed fast.
He wanted his heart to stop beating and his mind to rest

In a permanent realization, without any wild ducks
Or mountains that were not mountains, just to know how it would be,

Just to know how it would feel, released from destruction,
To be a bronze man breathing under archaic lapis,

Without the oscillation of planetary pass-pass,
Breathing his bronzen breath at the azury center of time.



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 15, 2014)

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird


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

Monday, April 14, 2014

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 14, 2014)

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird


XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 13, 2014)

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird


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

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Wallace Stevens Quote of the Day (April 12, 2014)

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird


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