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Saturday, December 31, 2011

What a poet does

A poet crafts like a carpenter, but also moves through poetry like a pearl diver through the sea.

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Thursday, December 29, 2011

Xmas baking

These were supposed to be cheese puffs, but they seemed like biscuits to me.


Apple pie from scratch.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

And lo, poems were born!

I have posted 7 poems.

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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Some people (Lawrenson)

Some people prefer lies to the truth. The ambiguities and evasions they live by are what they use to protect themselves. An attempt to know these people is like peeling the layers of an onion. An apt analogy, too, because tears will fall, if you try to love them.
Deborah Lawrenson, from The Lantern

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Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas Eve dinner

Beef pot pie, made from this recipe (with a few flavor additions).


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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

On trying

Trying too hard
isn't trying hard enough.

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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Nadan chicken and potato curry

From this recipe:

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Once (Glück)

We look at the world once, in childhood.
The rest is memory.
Louise Glück, from "Nostos"

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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

World-losers and world-forsakers (O'Shaughnessy)

We Are the Music-Makers

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Swai & creamy curried cauliflower

From this recipe.

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

The illusion (Folke)

Humans have a tendency to fall prey to the illusion that their economy is at the very center of the universe, forgetting that the biosphere is what ultimately sustains all systems, both man-made and natural. In this sense, "environmental issues" are not about saving the planet—it will always survive and evolve with new combinations of atom—but about the prosperous development of our own species.
Carl Folke

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

To arrive (Strand)

Nobody wants to arrive because that’s the end. One wants to have openings constantly before him so there are places to go.
Mark Strand

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Thursday, December 08, 2011

The secret (Unamuno)

And the secret of human life, the universal secret, the root secret from which all other secrets spring, is the longing for more life, the furious and insatiable desire to be everything else without ever ceasing to be ourselves, to take possession of the entire universe without letting the universe take possession of us and absorb us...
Miguel de Unamuno

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Enough time (Barnes)

But time...how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.
Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

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Monday, December 05, 2011

Agreed (Barnes)

For most of us, the first experience of love, even if it doesn’t work out—perhaps especially when it doesn’t work out—promises that here is one thing that validates, that vindicates life. And though subsequent years might alter this view, until some of us give up on it altogether, when love first strikes there’s nothing like it, is there? Agreed?
Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

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Sunday, December 04, 2011

It depends

What you think of someone depends largely on what you need them to be.

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Friday, December 02, 2011

On worldviews

Any worldview worth a damn begins with being baffled and delighted.

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Thursday, December 01, 2011

New poems

I have posted 5 new poems.

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