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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Tell Me A Story

Tell Me a Story
by Robert Penn Warren
[ A ]

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.

I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse.  I heard them.

I did not know what was happening in my heart.

It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.

The sound was passing northward.


[ B ]

Tell me a story.

In this century, and moment, of mania,
Tell me a story.

Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.

The name of the story will be Time,
But you must not pronounce its name.

Tell me a story of deep delight.
posted by viv at 7:51 am  

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Dusting off the Papryus

Though I’m getting a late start jumping on the April-is-National-Poetry-Month wagon, my plan is to post poetry for the rest of the month of April.

OK. Here goes!

A well-worn much-thumbed-through book in my library is Greek Lyrics translated by Richmond Lattimore. Lattimore is best known for his translations of the Iliad and the Odyssey.

Here’s one of my favorite lyrics (with an appearance by Aphrodite) from that collection by Ibycus:

In spring time the Kydonian
quinces, watered by running streams,
there where the maiden nymphs have
their secret garden, and grapes that grow
round in shade of the tendriled vine,
Now in this season for me
there is no rest from love.
Out of the hard bright sky,
A Thracian north wind blowing
with searing rages and hurt – – dark,
pitiliess, sent by Aphrodite – – Love
rocks and tosses my heart.





posted by viv at 11:57 am  

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Sewing Basket Ephemera

from my ex-mother-in-law's sewing basket... looks to be circa 1960s

posted by viv at 2:31 pm  

Friday, April 1, 2011

The Money Genie (formerly known as Smegma Man)

Found in an old sketchbook. I clearly remember that when I finished this drawing I stood back and said “Yikes! It’s Smegma Man!” But today, all I’m seeing are those green bills floating around him and I hereby rename him The Money Genie. Go ahead: Make a wish!

posted by viv at 5:42 am  
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