Sunday, March 02, 2014

Poem for Sunday and Blast 25

To Last
By D.A. Powell

        I have had to learn the simplest things
        last. Which made for difficulties...
                        —Charles Olson

We know from accounts of the judgment of Paris how Love took first:
the apple burnished by—it turns out—her own husband, working the bellows,
forging to Discord's specifications, her need to break the spaghetti strands
of marriage, her undiluted vitriol, that oversaw his flux and foundry,
guided the sparking hammer to its urgent deed.

Spoils of war.

Power, undeterred and wily as it always is, the figural eye and its agency,
took gladly the second chair, from which advantage machinations could be seen.
Advised, conferred, deployed the second wave of ships, provided mercenary aid
to every side and fanned the air, and made her counsel with all sides, supporting
every one and none, out-waiting tides.

If we believe the Greeks, the spokes of Fortune's wheel in constant turn would allow
the last to be the first—beatitudes bestowed upon the losing side,
a draught of time in which the wily ones, by their equine portage made
the mind the victor over Love's inconstancy and strife,
and, over brute acts, gave thought dominion in a golden age. But that's just myth.

Wisdom, you are the last to whom I turn. Not for your spear,
fashioned in that same fire as all bright jealous objects of desire. But for your shield.
Protect the least of us. Or lift me from this battlefield,
and take me home.


We had a fairly unexciting Saturday until evening. While Adam went to track practice, Paul and I did a bunch of cleaning and organizing; the living room table is finally visible again and we've dumped two years' worth of magazines, though I saved the EWs since I didn't have time to go through all them looking for the ones with articles on movies I like. Then we had lunch, stopped at the bank, and went shopping for Oscar food -- dinner must be eaten in front of the TV, heh.

We ate dinner early so that we could go see the 25th anniversary Blast show at Adam's school -- several of his friends were in it, including Daniel Wigle whom we've known since elementary school, and the music was pretty enjoyable -- the two girls singing "Son of a Preacher Man" knocked it out of the park, and the Spice Girls and U2 performances were quite enjoyable, plus the guy playing the guitar solo on "Stairway To Heaven" was terrific and there were two Lady Gaga songs.

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