Friday, February 14, 2014

A poem for Valentine's Day

Love's Philosophy
 

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea--
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
 
 
 

Today's poem is in the public domain.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Holiday dinner skit - hilarious!

I thought I'd share this hilarious skit; it's a clever little ditty about hosting a dinner for the holidays these days. (You'll need to copy and paste the link into your browser.) Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX9EAavxrus&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DTX9EAavx&app=desktop

Sunday, October 20, 2013

"This is My Life" by William Stanley Braithwaite

This is My Life
by William Stanley Braithwaite
 
 

To feed my soul with beauty till I die; 
To give my hands a pleasant task to do; 
To keep my heart forever filled anew 
With dreams and wonders which the days supply; 
To love all conscious living, and thereby 
Respect the brute who renders up its due, 
And know the world as planned is good and true- 
And thus -because there chanced to be an I! 

This is my life since things are as they are: 
One half akin to flowers and the grass: 
The rest a law unto the changeless star. 
And I believe when I shall come to pass 
Within the Door His hand shall hold ajar 
I'll leave no echoing whisper of Alas!


Even though This is My Life by Braithwaite is written in the more formal, structured style of the very early 20th Century poets, I appreciate its flow, timbre and emotion. I would call this a romantic poem, though the "romance" of it has more to do with the poets metaphysical relationship with life than a romance with another human being. As much as I enjoy contemporary free-verse poetry, I think I will always love and admire structured verse when it reaches deeper levels like this one does. What I'm hearing from this poem is an acceptance of life as it is, not with apathy but with exuberance and even gratitude. I find it sweet and pure, not sugary sweet or pretentious in any way but childlike in its simplicity of heart, which works for me.  

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Interesting: Melville, author of "Moby Dick," was unrecognized during his lifetime.

Herman Melville

Born in 1819 into a once-prominent New York family, Herman Melville was raised in an atmosphere of financial instability and genteel pretense. After his father's death, Melville attempted to support his family by working various jobs, from banking to teaching school. However, it was his adventures as a seaman in 1845 that inspired Melville to write. On one voyage, he was captured and held for several months by the Typees; when he returned unscathed, friends encouraged Melville to write the escapade down. Typee: A Peep at Polynesian Life became his first literary success; the continuation of his adventures appeared in his second book, Omoo.
After ending his seafaring career, Melville's concern over his sporadic education inspired him to read voraciously. In 1847, he married Elizabeth Shaw and moved first to New York and then the Berkshires. There he lived near the reclusive writer Nathaniel Hawthorne, who was to become a close friend and confidant. Intoxicated by metaphysics, Melville penned Mardi and a Voyage Thither, a philosophical allegory. The book failed, and though discouraged, Melville dashed off Redburn, a comedy. Although the book proved a financial success, Melville immediately returned to the symbolic in his next novel, White-Jacket; or, the World in a Man-of-War. In 1851, he completed his masterpiece, Moby-Dick, or the Whale. Considered by modern scholars to be one of the great American novels, the book was dismissed by Melville's contemporaries and he made little money from the effort. The other two novels that today form the core of the Melville canon—Pierre; or the Ambiguities and The Confidence Man—met with a similar fate.
During the 1850s, Melville supported his family by farming and writing stories for magazines. He later traveled to Europe, where he saw his friend Hawthorne for the last time. During that visit in 1856, it was clear to Melville that his novel-writing career was finished. In 1857, after returning to New York still unnoticed by the literary public, he stopped writing fiction. He became a customs inspector, a job he held for twenty years. And he began to write poetry.
The Civil War made a deep impression on Melville and became the principal subject of his verse. With so many family members participating in various aspects of the war, Melville found himself intimately connected to events, and also sought out conflict for himself. He observed the Senate debating secession during a visit to Washington D.C. in 1861, and made a remarkable trip to the front with his brother in 1864. Melville's first published book of poems was Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War (1866), a meditation. The volume is regarded by many critics as a work as ambitious and rich as any of his novels. Unfortunately, Melville's remains relatively unrecognized as a poet.
Herman Melville died of a heart attack on September 28, 1891, at the age of 72. At that time, he was almost completely forgotten by all but a few admirers. During the week of his death, The New York Times wrote: "There has died and been buried in this city…a man who is so little known, even by name, to the generation now in the vigor of life that only one newspaper contained an obituary account of him, and this was but of three or four lines." It wasn't until the 1920s that the literary public began to recognize Melville as one of America's greatest writers.

A Selected Bibliography
Poetry
Battle-Pieces and Aspectsof the War: Civil War Poems (1866)
Clarel: A Poem and a Pilgrimage (1876)
John Marr and Other Sailors (1888)
Timoleon (1891)
Prose
Billy Budd, Sailor (1924)
Israel Potter (1855)
Mardi (1849)
Moby-Dick, or the Whale (1851)
Omoo (1847)
Pierre, or The Ambiguities (1852)
Redburn (1849)
The Confidence-Man (1857)
The Piazza Tales Israel Potter (1856)
Typee: A Peep at Polynesian Life (1846)
White-Jacket; or, the World in a Man-of-War (1850)

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First Smartphone to Be Produced Ethically

Very interesting article on a new company that will soon be producing a smart phone ethically or, at least, more ethically than the current smartphones. Worth the read.

http://news.discovery.com/tech/gear-and-gadgets/first-smartphone-produced-ethically-130920.htm


Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem, "Portrait in Georgia" by Jean Toomer

Portrait in Georgia

  by Jean Toomer


Hair--braided chestnut,
     coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes--fagots,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
     of black flesh after flame.



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