This [six inches of snow] morning, I saw the classic myth reborn: a rogue heroic leaf tossed along the plateau of snow, fighting against the blind winds of fate. I voiced my question to the frosted lamppost: "does he have a faithful Penelope waiting for him?"
And more importantly, what had he done to anger Poseidon? Had he blinded some monsterous son of the gods? Eaten the cattle of the sun?
Or perhaps it was merely the fact that he eluded Fall?
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
frostian sunday...
...The view was all in lines
Straight up and down of tall slim trees
Too much alike to mark or name a place by
So as to say for certain I was here
Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.
[The Wood-Pile - Robert Frost]
Add four solid inches of snow on top [with more falling and promised to fall] and you have a thoughtful evening.
Straight up and down of tall slim trees
Too much alike to mark or name a place by
So as to say for certain I was here
Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.
[The Wood-Pile - Robert Frost]
Add four solid inches of snow on top [with more falling and promised to fall] and you have a thoughtful evening.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
words on canvas...
Someday, I will paint this William Carlos Williams poem:
[Spring Strains]
In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds
crowded erect with desire against
the sky -
tense blue-grey twigs
slenderly anchoring them down, drawing
them in -
two blue-grey birds chasing
a third struggle in circles, angles,
swiftly convergings to a point that bursts
instantly!
Vibrant bowing limbs
pull downward, sucking in the sky
that bulges from behind, plastering itself
against them in packed rifts, rock blue
and dirty orange!
But -
(hold hard, rigid jointed trees!)
the blinding and red-edged sun-blur -
creeping energy, concentrated
counterforce - welds sky, buds, trees,
rivets them in one puckering hold!
Sticks through! Pulls the whole
counter-pulling mass upward, to the right,
locks even the opaque, not yet defined
ground in a terrific drag that is
loosening the very tap-roots!
On a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds
two blue-grey birds, chasing a third,
at full cry! Now they are
flung outward and up - disappearing suddenly!
[Spring Strains]
In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds
crowded erect with desire against
the sky -
tense blue-grey twigs
slenderly anchoring them down, drawing
them in -
two blue-grey birds chasing
a third struggle in circles, angles,
swiftly convergings to a point that bursts
instantly!
Vibrant bowing limbs
pull downward, sucking in the sky
that bulges from behind, plastering itself
against them in packed rifts, rock blue
and dirty orange!
But -
(hold hard, rigid jointed trees!)
the blinding and red-edged sun-blur -
creeping energy, concentrated
counterforce - welds sky, buds, trees,
rivets them in one puckering hold!
Sticks through! Pulls the whole
counter-pulling mass upward, to the right,
locks even the opaque, not yet defined
ground in a terrific drag that is
loosening the very tap-roots!
On a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds
two blue-grey birds, chasing a third,
at full cry! Now they are
flung outward and up - disappearing suddenly!
waterproof mascara...
Snow looks different depending on the window. Watching through a third floor window is not the same as watching through a first floor window. I think it has to do with the float vs. the impact. Tonight's question: is falling snow in itself sad and beautiful, or is it merely my current mood projecting melancholy on the soft white petals? The combination of this view, the adorable voicemail my family left me earlier, admitting to a weakness in character, the looping of my Alison Krauss collection, and the poetry of William Carlos Williams is actually quite draining.
[Thursday]
I have had my dream - like others -
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky -
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose - and decide to dream no more.
[okay, so maybe it's mostly the poetry]
On this first day of the week, the challenge is to live in the objective truth of the gospel, not subjective emotions and distractions of daily living.
[Thursday]
I have had my dream - like others -
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky -
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose - and decide to dream no more.
[okay, so maybe it's mostly the poetry]
On this first day of the week, the challenge is to live in the objective truth of the gospel, not subjective emotions and distractions of daily living.
Monday, January 15, 2007
fresh air...
This air is exactly the same
as last month and last year.
No new breath or breeze;
just ice covering trees
and small hearts.
as last month and last year.
No new breath or breeze;
just ice covering trees
and small hearts.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
travel bug...
With "Part of Your World" from Little Mermaid, [a movie I haven't actually seen in ten-ish years] obdurately looping in my head, I'm headed for Hillsdale.
The airport is relatively average, maybe a little on the quiet side today. I guess everyone did their traveling for the holidays. Then again, even without the Winter Weather Advisery, Detroit probably is not one of the top destinations this time of year...
I am so awesome at packing, I could probably do it for a living. Maybe just like as a travel consultant, though, not like a mover. Although I'm pretty good at that, too. My small bag weighs 45 pounds and the larger one hit 50.5. No, I do not have too many pairs of shoes. Thanks for suggesting that, though.
I had a box set out just in case I needed an extra [southwest still lets you take three], but any box left sitting in my house longer than a few minutes is quickly claimed by my cat. Though most members of my family have outgrown the ability to combine imagination and cardboard [cardbird?] into an entire entertainment center, Yankee became protective of his new aquisition. Based on his other actions, I'd also offer the idea that he thought he might finally be able to trap and subdue his tail. It's pretty funny to watch your cat spinning in circles inside a box only slightly bigger than himself. Fortunantly for all parties [particularly fingers and toes], I didn't require the box.
Maybe I'll switch careers and record airport voice announcements for a living [i've heard them often enough]
Well, the call sounds, the mad rush begins, and I'm off...
The airport is relatively average, maybe a little on the quiet side today. I guess everyone did their traveling for the holidays. Then again, even without the Winter Weather Advisery, Detroit probably is not one of the top destinations this time of year...
I am so awesome at packing, I could probably do it for a living. Maybe just like as a travel consultant, though, not like a mover. Although I'm pretty good at that, too. My small bag weighs 45 pounds and the larger one hit 50.5. No, I do not have too many pairs of shoes. Thanks for suggesting that, though.
I had a box set out just in case I needed an extra [southwest still lets you take three], but any box left sitting in my house longer than a few minutes is quickly claimed by my cat. Though most members of my family have outgrown the ability to combine imagination and cardboard [cardbird?] into an entire entertainment center, Yankee became protective of his new aquisition. Based on his other actions, I'd also offer the idea that he thought he might finally be able to trap and subdue his tail. It's pretty funny to watch your cat spinning in circles inside a box only slightly bigger than himself. Fortunantly for all parties [particularly fingers and toes], I didn't require the box.
Maybe I'll switch careers and record airport voice announcements for a living [i've heard them often enough]
Well, the call sounds, the mad rush begins, and I'm off...
Saturday, January 13, 2007
full speed ahead...
New year, new look! I'm still playing with colors and design elements, but I'm pretty happy with it. I like simple and I'm kind of on a kick of using cool blues with black and white photos [see wallpaper]. The red adds just a little warm emphasis.
I planned on writing a mildly emo post tomorrow morning in the airport, but the opportunity to ignore packing at the moment is irresistible. Well, that an the fact that my brother is playing the "lonely" song [with the chipmunks and the rapper] for the billionth time and I'm trying to find a distraction [in a completely unrelated note, cass and i talked about the words 'comfortability' and 'perfectable' in conversation yesterday. we are awesome].
if there's a plane or a bus leaving dallas,
i hope you're on it.
if there's a train moving fast down the tracks
i hope you caught it
Once I finally stop ignoring the fact that I'm leaving, I'm hit up the side of the emotions with excitement and dread. Once I'm back, I'll be fine, but it always hurts to leave. Spring semester goes so fast, though, and I'll be back dancing and coffee-ing and laughing with you in no time.
cause i swear, out there ain't where
you ought to be
so catch a ride or catch a cab
don't you know i miss you bad?
but don't you walk to me...
Aside from missing you, I am so excited about this new semester. I'll be taking five three credits, which changes the workload balance, though not my typical number of credits. I'm excited: Design I, Art History Medieval-Modern, Modern American Novel, Renaissance Brit Lit, and Modern Poetry 1910-1925. I'm looking forward to starting a structured Bible study again [hosea and irresistable pursuit] and spending more time with the girls on my hall. I'm packing a stack of books nearly two feet high. Sunday afternoons are definitely going to be reading and art time.
baby, run.
cut a path across the blue sky
straight in a straight line
you can't get here fast enough
i need you in a rush
so baby, run.
[run - george strait]
Last semester's theme seemed to be an abundant life in Christ. It's nice that lessons and verses and challenges come in waves of similar consistancy. Spring semester 2007 is about pursuit: God's endless corporate pursuit of His children, Christ's relentless personal pursuit of me, and my own [resulting] pursuit of passionate excellence and His glory.
If that's not worth running towards, I don't know what is.
On that note, I think I'll start with my suitcase.
I planned on writing a mildly emo post tomorrow morning in the airport, but the opportunity to ignore packing at the moment is irresistible. Well, that an the fact that my brother is playing the "lonely" song [with the chipmunks and the rapper] for the billionth time and I'm trying to find a distraction [in a completely unrelated note, cass and i talked about the words 'comfortability' and 'perfectable' in conversation yesterday. we are awesome].
if there's a plane or a bus leaving dallas,
i hope you're on it.
if there's a train moving fast down the tracks
i hope you caught it
Once I finally stop ignoring the fact that I'm leaving, I'm hit up the side of the emotions with excitement and dread. Once I'm back, I'll be fine, but it always hurts to leave. Spring semester goes so fast, though, and I'll be back dancing and coffee-ing and laughing with you in no time.
cause i swear, out there ain't where
you ought to be
so catch a ride or catch a cab
don't you know i miss you bad?
but don't you walk to me...
Aside from missing you, I am so excited about this new semester. I'll be taking five three credits, which changes the workload balance, though not my typical number of credits. I'm excited: Design I, Art History Medieval-Modern, Modern American Novel, Renaissance Brit Lit, and Modern Poetry 1910-1925. I'm looking forward to starting a structured Bible study again [hosea and irresistable pursuit] and spending more time with the girls on my hall. I'm packing a stack of books nearly two feet high. Sunday afternoons are definitely going to be reading and art time.
baby, run.
cut a path across the blue sky
straight in a straight line
you can't get here fast enough
i need you in a rush
so baby, run.
[run - george strait]
Last semester's theme seemed to be an abundant life in Christ. It's nice that lessons and verses and challenges come in waves of similar consistancy. Spring semester 2007 is about pursuit: God's endless corporate pursuit of His children, Christ's relentless personal pursuit of me, and my own [resulting] pursuit of passionate excellence and His glory.
If that's not worth running towards, I don't know what is.
On that note, I think I'll start with my suitcase.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
a good start...
The first adventure of 2007 included a visit from Michigan's own Mary Twist. In five days, we tried to introduce her to as many lovely nw things, like art galleries and bookstores and cool clothes and coffee and city life...
Mary met an Albina Press Latte,
the cold but lovely Columbia Gorge,
and the even colder Pacific Ocean.
Blue eyes are the must have item for 2007. [mary, andrew, emily] 
Mary met an Albina Press Latte,
the cold but lovely Columbia Gorge,
and the even colder Pacific Ocean.
Blue eyes are the must have item for 2007. [mary, andrew, emily]
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