Friday, July 23, 2004


reading the Amateur Gourmet i stumbled upon this: BlogShares - Idle Thoughts. apparently my shares are worth approximately thirty dollars. this is so cool - in a geekyweird kind of way. -grin-

also, OGIC posted at Terry Teachout a poem she remembered (though she had to look up punctuation and title). i tried to do the same but got this far:

After great pain, a formal feeling comes
The nerves sit, ceremonious, like tombs


First Chill - then Stupor - then the Letting Go

it seems i am best at remembering lines rather than whole poems/passages - there are bits of MacBeth floating around, and bits of King Lear (though admittedly, weird bits of King Lear, like 'kill kill kill kill kill kill', which i remember because six kills is awkward, while five kills would have flowed off the tongue) and lines from In Memory of W.B Yeats ('the day of his death was a dark cold day') and An Irishman Foresees His Death. lots of Calling of Kindred stuff.

so i went and looked up the Dickinson:

After great pain, a formal feeling comes--
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs--
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round--
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought--
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone--

This is the Hour of Lead--
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow--
First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go--


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