April 2011
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royal wedding recap
oh yes i did…
best parts of the royal wedding, in my opinion:
seeing prince william in his little red suit for the first time. I gasped. He looked like a disney prince.
seeing all the fancy cars drive up with extremely crystal clean glass windows.
seeing prince harry turn around and whisper to william “she’s here”.
The secret words william said to Kate when he...
A Small Garden of Verses: the three friends
the three friends:
my friend emily is the summer princess with strawberries in her hair and clothed in a dress of leaves stitched together, barefoot, on the grass, keeling over, laughing
my friend kahtrina is a regal damosel who wanders from one clearing to the other clad in a dress of silver threads with stars embroidered upon it, and she laughs and smiles at her friend, lord of the...
word on the street
Living: The word on the street,
from our UK correspondents.
from ancient industries, a great blog.
Dedicated to Kahtrina
Don’t forget to watch tomorrow!
Let it try to understand you
E.E. Cummings on a play he wrote:
Relax and give the play a chance to strut its stuff—relax, stop wondering what it is all ‘about’—like many strange and familiar things, Life included, this play isn’t ‘about,’ it simply is… . Don’t try to enjoy it, let it try to enjoy you. DON’T TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT, LET IT TRY TO UNDERSTAND YOU.”
A poem from 6 year old e e cummings
A poem e.e cummings wrote at age 6 to his father:
FATHER DEAR. BE, YOUR FATHER-GOOD AND GOOD, HE IS GOOD NOW, IT IS NOT GOOD TO SEE IT RAIN, FATHER DEAR IS, IT, DEAR, NO FATHER DEAR, LOVE, YOU DEAR, ESTLIN.
Bertie Wooster on Spring
After breakfast I lit a cigarette and went to the open window to inspect the day. It certainly was one of the best and brightest.
“Jeeves,” I said.
“Sir?” said Jeeves. He had been clearing away the breakfast things, but at the sound of the young master’s voice cheesed it courteously.
“You were absolutely right about the weather. It is a juicy morning.”
“Decidedly, sir.”
“Spring and all...
oh goody: lauren bacall on her wedding to bogey
Bacall: “In the bathroom I could hear the start of the Wedding March. Oh God, why hadn’t they waited? Later George told me Bogie looked up and said, ‘Where is she?’ George’s romantic reply: ‘Hold it! She’s in the can!’ I emerged - [the piano player] started again - and George and I started our descent. My knees shook so, I was sure I’d fall down the stairs. Bogie standing there looking...
2 poems about spring from e e cummings
is 5, Four, VII
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh...
cool waters, the color of a wild dove's wing
Spring Pastoral by Elinor Wylie Liza, go steep your long white hands In the cool waters of that spring Which bubbles up through shiny sands The colour of a wild-dove’s wing. Dabble your hands, and steep them well Until those nails are pearly white Now rosier than a laurel bell; Then come to me at candlelight. Lay your cold hands across my brows, And I shall sleep, and I shall dream Of...
two poems about spring by edna st. vincent...
The Spring And The Fall by Edna St. Vincent Millay In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The trees were black where the bark was wet. I see them yet, in the spring of the year. He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach That was out of the way and hard to reach. In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year, I walked the road beside my...
But what I drew from the water by the pond side,...
These, I, Singing in Spring
by Walt Whitman
These I singing in spring collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy? And who but I should be the poet of comrades?) Collecting I traverse the garden the world, but soon I pass the gates, Now along the pond-side, now wading in a little, fearing not the wet, Now by the post-and-rail fences...
A most beautiful poem
Spring by Lord Alfred Tennyson Birds’ love and birds’ song Flying here and there, Birds’ song and birds’ love And you with gold for hair! Birds’ song and birds’ love Passing with the weather, Men’s song and men’s love, To love once and forever. Men’s love and birds’ love, And women’s love and men’s! And you my wren with a...
Without a Cordial Interview
Spring is the Period by Emily Dickinson Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.
Wholesome Even For the King
A little Madness in the Spring
by Emily Dickinson
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown — Who ponders this tremendous scene — This whole Experiment of Green — As if it were his own!
Crow Blacker Than Ever
Crow
Grinned
Crying: “This is my Creation,”
Flying the black flag of himself.
-from “crow blacker than ever” by ted hughes
we need you to fly to the carribean tomorrow
magic summer
Rob Amberg (b. 1947): Photo from Mars Hill, N.C.
via the great blog evencleveland
i didn't even know you were sad
Blog Review of BlackBook
I found a great blog, a tumblr called Black Book, and have come away educated— with a new vision and point of view.
This person likes and has experienced things I have barely experienced before.
I see:
L.A, steamy tropics, minimalist modernist pools, skateboarders, surfers, girls in beds with white sheets with no shirts on, empty pre war apartments with white walls and moldings,...
Blog Prints
There is now a new option on Dr. Burnshead. Prints!! If you ever see a post that strikes thy fancy so much so that thou needst to immortalize it on the wall of your house or apt, please let me know and for a small color printing fee, I will try to procure it for you. Remember that should any fantastical images catch your eye.
Become a Collector of Bad Wines
My mom sent me a TED talk about a guy who was in the plane that crash landed on the Hudson. He talked about what he had learned from it. He said this saying had come to him. I thought it was going to be a cliche, but no, he had made it up: ”I collect bad wines”. He explained, a collector of good wines buys wines and waits like fifty years to open them and maybe never does. But a...
I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it, You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade. I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over, I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade. On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us, And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
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Easter at Touslesjoursdimanche
GAH!
Nice Ticket
Easter Sunday
nienie and her fam before church. Always my #1 fave blogger. (besides my friends or family’s personal blogs, don’t you know). this just kills me! in a good way.
Buongiorno Venezia
horseflower
