Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Sometimes by night I don’t know why
I awake thinking of prepositions.
Perhaps they are clues.
“Since by Man came Death.”
I am puzzled to hear that Man is the agent of Death.
Perhaps it means
Man was standing at the curb
and Death came by.
Once I had a dog
would go with anyone.
Perhaps listening for
little by little the first union.
-from Glass, Irony and God, Anne Carson
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
It’s something like 65 degrees of gorgeous outside today so naturally I am shunning it in favor of bed & this rather wonderful book.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Milton Bradley’s The Checkered Game of Life (1860) was the original version of Life (though it in turn took heavy inspiration from the even more morally didactic “Mansion of Happiness”). It was marketed in a pocket version and many soldiers carried it in the Civil War which alone is enough to make me want to play it. Tonight’s homework procrastination: figuring out whether I could make a decent facsimile.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
“Hope grew up and married a mouse who lived in a delicatessen…. She … grew fat on smoked sausages and pickled fish and a dozen sorts of cheeses and biscuits. Cheerful hardly knew her when he went to visit her and see her well-fed family.”
Decades before Facebook, Palmer Brown nailed that disorienting feeling you get from catching up with old friends whose lives have diverged from yours utterly.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Kitchen Stories! Watch it: it’s delightful and sad, my favourite combination.