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Sunday, August 27, 2006

We Might Have Been Friends -- addendum

( The poem I posted a few posts ago has acquired a supplement... a biographical note, and a commentary.) Laura, Susan and Margaret--three unkind, pettily vicious girls made my life as much of a hell as they could, when we were all classmates in 7th grade. At the end of the year, they had the gall to come up to me, and say, "We didn't mean it, we're sorry, we really like you..." by way of being magnanimous. I asked, "So what was wrong with the rest of the year?" They did not take that well, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 25, 2006

If you think you're not a poet... Does this help?

Ever see Robin Williams in that movie, DEAD POETS SOCIETY, when, as a teacher, he pulls poetry out of a kid who just doesn't think he has poetry in him? I wrote this for another site where people who don't consider themselves poetic are trying to write poetry. I am looking for some feedback, regarding how effectively these simple suggestions bring out the poet in someone. (The poem at the end was originally written a year ago for this same group, and is always posted at the top of our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Green Mansions

When I dreamed, in childhood, of living in a beautiful forest, surrounded by lush green mosses, elegant ferns, and tall trees, and little animals sharing their home with me, I didn't imagine it with long, rainy winters, or a freeway a mile or less through the woods. I never considered that small possums might make regular seasonal invasions of my house, or that I would find raccoons in my kitchen, dragging off bags of cat-food, or that I would ever be chasing a little squirrel leaping through... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 20, 2006

The Killing Jar

The lights, at night, drew a storm of life-- moths, of course, of many species, and just about any kind of winged insect... We borrowed the long-handled nets from the biology labs, and swept the frenetic clouds, just to see what we could get. Aiming for any individual creature was pointless-- they moved too fast to see what anything was, and one sweep of the net could not capture just one anything anyway. So we swooshed the nets through the storm, and then sorted out what we'd caught. Once, I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

LATE SUMMER AFTERNOON

Heavy as hot wet flannel, every breath... I hate to sit or move in this August afternoon. Sticky-damp, clothes cling, a drag against ambition. Birds, lethargic, sing only if they must, fly ghostlike if at all. Cicadas ratchet on and on-- maddeningly constant, and mosquitos whine or strike unheard, the devils! Roses overblown and bright, relishing this tropic season, exude aromas heavy and too sweet. I languish, scowling, discontent and longing for the night-- for sleeping cool and waking to a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Up the Carbon River...

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Thursday, August 3, 2006

I got invited to a playground...

and have been having fun setting up my own jungle gym and teeter-totter and swings and slides and go-round thingy... It's here: http://360.yahoo.com/my_profile.html;_ylt=AgwAgBlMs9POaWOfhz97Lk.0AOJ3 Sign in to see full entry.

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The Very Best Poem I've ever read...

September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night. Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offence From Luther until now That has driven a culture mad, Find what occurred at Linz, What huge imago made A psychopathic... Sign in to see full entry.

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Visual Aids for Meditation

Do you remember the river photos I posted last winter, of the wild, muddy, flooding waters? Well, this is how they look in July... Here are my favorite shots from a couple of days ago. I hope they help cool you off, everyone in the parts of the world currently on slow-roast. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 23, 2006

The moment itself... more photos of yesterday's dawn

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I've been asking the Universe to explain itself to me since I was about 11 years old. I asked specifically how to reconcile God with Science. Now and then, I seem to tune in on an answer. All that I write here represents not Truth, but what I believe to be true.I have my reasons, and I like to believe, my reason. ///Everything of my own words and/or pictures that I post on Blogit is copyright by CLRedding 1972-present, all rights reserved.///

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