You know it's been too long when you can barely remember your if this is actually your regular posting font, or just something that looks similar.
I haven't made any formal statement of blogger-FAILdom, but I also can't act like I'll be posting from now on. Like so many things in adult life, this too is uncertain and slightly frightening [while freeing, of course].
I have been tweeting frequently these days, which fits into my schedule better because it only requires a thought transfer of 140 characters, not anything worthwhile or longish like a blog.
Until soon [or possibly never again,] I'll leave you with an Emily Dickinson poem full of epigraphs to unwritten classics. It was used in a sculpture/textile exhibit I saw at the Lesley Dill exhibit in the Hunter Art Museum in Chattanooga, Tennessee yesterday. I am completely captivated by the idea of "Some striding -- Giant -- Love --."
#263
A single Screw of Flesh
is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil -
Once witnessed of the Gauze --
Its name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,
In tender -- solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity --
More Hands -- to hold -- These are but Two --
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril's sake --
Some striding -- Giant -- Love --
So greater than the Gods can show
They sink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let its Keepsake -- go
2 comments:
I've been waiting for you to say you've outgrown your profession of being a blogger. I know you. :) I have a Twitter also, but I haven't used it yet. You have a talent for squeezing large ideas into a few short syllables. I think you'd be a Twitter Queen. As for me, I think I'd die if I didn't blog now and then.
One day-- this Sunday perhaps-- want to go vintage shopping with me along Hawthorne or somewhere? I need a chair and a desk... and ribbon and fabric and odds and ends... my little hoard of randomness is running out. There's a dear.
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