1932-2009

A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.   

-John Updike

-Clemens Bilan

ANOTHER full-orbed year hath waned to-day,
And set in the irrevocable past,
And headlong whirled long Time’s winged blast
My fluttering rose of youth is borne away:
Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May,
A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast,
I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast,
And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey.

Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain
Regrets and futile longings! were the years
Not cups o’erbrimming still with gall and tears?
Let go thy puny personal joy and pain!
If youth with all its brief hope disappears,
To deathless hope we must be born again.

-Mathilde Blind

I hear the bells on Christmas Day

Their old, familiar carols play,

And the wild and sweet

The words repeat

Of Peace on Earth, good will to men!

 -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

‘St Nicholas, mon bon patron,

Envoyez-moi quelque chose de bon.’

-French Prayer

Happy Turkey Day!

Been MIA with too many projects and commitments… but now that the dust is clearing post-election thoughts are swirling; Hutchins had some interesting insights worth rereading.

-cheers

In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
-Rose G. Kingsley
The Autumn Garden

Is it Friday already? Thank godz!!

Such deflecting and uncertain times… and another creative Soul passes this realm: RIP Richard Wright.

The Eat Local Challenge has started in our state this past Friday and runs until Sunday. It’s a ripe time within the season to put you money where your mouth and taste buds should be- straight to the source vs mega-agri-biz farms that have monopolized and literally ruined not only the soil and land, but generations of farmers that have tilled the Earth and provided for countess mouths and minds.

Raj Patel’s book Stuffed and Starved and continued efforts are blazing nicely ahead and there is a nice tidbit over at Grist Mill worth the read.

Bonne Appetite!