By Gerald Stern
Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
to the four corners though I don't say it
out of pride but more like a type of regret,
and I did it because there was no one I truly believed
in though once when I climbed the hill in Skye
and arrived at the rough tables I saw the only other
elder who was a vegetarian--in Scotland--
and visited Orwell and rode a small motorcycle
to get from place to place; and I immediately
stopped eating fish and meat and lived on soups;
and we wrote each other in the middle and late fifties
though one day I got a letter from his daughter
that he had died in an accident; he was
I'm sure of it, an angel who flew in midair
with one eternal gospel to proclaim
to those inhabiting the earth and every nation;
and now that I go through my papers every day
I search and search for his letters but to my shame
I have even forgotten his name, that messenger
who came to me with tablespoons of blue lentils.
I didn't come close to getting everything done today, but tonight when I went to pick up my older son from Hebrew school at 6 p.m., there was still light in sky and a sliver of silver moon. Which means spring must be approaching. Any day with such a revelation must be counted as a good day, though my Astrocenter horoscope for the morning scared me: "It may be hard for you to feel connected to anyone today. You are probably better off just keeping to yourself. If you are feeling sad or depressed, it is best to work through these feelings on your own. Other people are not apt to be too sympathetic to your situation. You are better off sticking to your work in order to keep the demons out of your head." Heh, good thing I did not post anything whiny and self-indulgent earlier, huh? Am going to take this to mean that my wish to watch Paul Bettany movies with
A follow-up to my Million Dollar Baby post of a couple of days ago: Frank Rich in The New York Times, "How Dirty Harry Turned Commie". Much more about the controversy than the film; he made some very good points and said one thing that really pissed me off. Would be curious to hear other people's takes. In other entertainment news, I completely forgot last night to talk about Smallville, which was neither good nor bad but just sort of there. On the one hand, Clark could hardly have been any more gay, could he, running away from those sorority babes straight into the arms of the football jock? But on the other hand, can we have one woman on the show who isn't damsel-in-distress for a few weeks running, please, and if we must have the Lana the Witch storyline, could we see more of Jason's wicked mother and less of Lana herself?
I have one comment on last night's The West Wing, since there was no Josh, Matt or Donna for me to fixate upon and everyone here already knows I think CJ is the coolest woman in the world and deserves better than what she gets from everyone, POTUS on down: There should be Annabeth/Toby fic. I should not be the one to write it, as Toby eludes me, but there should be witty, warm, clever, oh my god I can't believe the things you make me talk about/want to do with you Annabeth/Toby fic.
You Are the Very Gay Peppermint Patty!
Softball is the huge tipoff here...
As well as a "best friend" who loves to call her "sir"
And in yet more Trekbabble, since he started it with a "profic is the best" post, I had a brief quarrel with
The ice cracking on the canal at Great Falls this weekend. Tomorrow the temperature is supposed to plummet, so this scene may soon reverse itself.