tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Well, I was going to say “book,” but now I’m tempted to say “robot”!
circusfolk asked: Thanks for following! I was just wondering what about my blog made you decide to follow. Again, I really appreciate it!
Hard to pinpoint exactly. I liked the general look and tenor, and it seemed interesting — i.e. quirky, original, full of possibilities, though going in lots of directions at once. I’m just curious to see what comes up next. Not much specific here, I realize, but there you go…
THE LAST “GREAT” MOVIE YOU SAW?
Last night, someone asked me to name the last great recent movie I’d seen — great, not good — and I felt stumped. I’ve seen lots lately that rise high, but remain flawed and imperfect. Suggestions?
On Punctuation
On Punctuation
not for me the dogma of the period
preaching order and a sure conclusion
and no not for me the prissy
formality or tight-lipped fence
of the colon and as for the semi-
colon call it what it is
a period slumming
with the commas
a poser at the bar
feigning liberation with one hand
tightening the leash with the other
oh give me the headlong run-on
fragment dangling its feet
over the edge give me the sly
comma with its come-hither
wave teasing all the characters
on either side give me ellipses
not just a gang of periods
a trail of possibilities
or give me the sweet interrupting dash
the running leaping joining dash all the voices
gleeing out over one another
oh if I must
punctuate
give me the YIPPEE
of the exclamation point
give me give me the curling
cupping curve mounting the period
with voluptuous uncertainty
Boring Directory Art
With so much creativity made possible by this technology, why are the visuals on the Directory page so boring and repetitive? I’m shocked to see that even the Art directory just includes paste-up images. Where’s the originality? I want to follow artists and architects who give me a taste of their art!
The Soldier (Rupert Brooke)
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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave once her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
One of my favorite places, whether in Rome’s early morning light, warm evening glow, or sparkling nocturnal shimmer.
