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Monthly Archives: June 2016
Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Inscriptions – “Beginning My Studies”
Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass. Inscriptions “Beginning My Studies” Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, … Continue reading
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Airborne Cat Plays It Cool
When pilots of small aircraft run through their pre-flight check lists, they may want to add one more item: inspect plane for stowaway cats. Fortunately, this cat kept her cool, and made it to back to earth safely. Pilot Romain … Continue reading
Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Much madness is divinest sense” (Life, 11)
Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain. … Continue reading
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The Coffee Shop – Leonard Cohen – “Anthem” (music video)
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Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Inscriptions – “When I Read the Book”
Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass. ~ ❦ ~ “When I Read the Book” When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man’s life? … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is” (Life, 10)
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To … Continue reading
If Politicians Were Controlled by Space Aliens, Would We Notice?
This explains so much. From reason.com, about CBS’s new show, Braindead: The only real question about BrainDead is which CBS division produces it: news or entertainment. Because in the epoch of Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, and Bernie Sanders, a show in which … Continue reading
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Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Inscriptions – “For Him I Sing”
Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass. ~ ❦ ~ “For Him I Sing” For him I sing, I raise the present on the past, (As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “The heart asks pleasure first” (Life, 9)
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty … Continue reading
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