Wednesday, April 26, 2006

it is, after all, springtime.

i'd forgotten the beauty of language.

Winter Spring


A script of trees before the hill
Spells cold, with laden serifs; all the walls
Are battlemented still;
But winter spring is winnowing the air
Of chill, and crawls
Wet-sparkling on the gutters;
Everywhere
Walls wince, and there's the steal of waters.

Now all this proud royaume
Is Veniced. Through the drift's mined dome
One sees the rowdy rusted grass,
And we're amazed as windows stricken bright.
This too-soon spring will pass
Perhaps tonight,
And doubtless it is dangerous to love
This somersault of seasons;
But I am weary of
The winter way of loving things for reasons.

-- Richard Wilbur, Winter Spring

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

it's amazing - i still remember how to log into blogger. :p yes, i know, there has been perilous radio silence on this blog since CNY, although i've been sporadically updating the LJ (check there, i tell you, that's where the good stuff is). so - i'm still alive, peeps, mostly. work continues to be stressful, alternating between stressful-because-important, and stressful-because-full-of-stupid-details-no-one-gives-a-shit-abt-except-Finance. -sigh- next week is going to be filled with the latter, i suspect.

but never mind that, because i am going to put work out of mind for four days, and vacation away in Sydney! (with my cell on roaming. :p) so - i'm back, but i'm off again - i may update from Sydney, who knows. but i'm still here. :)