“Besides, rereading, not reading, is what counts.”*
by chuckofish
As you know, I am a great re-reader of books and poems and a re-watcher of movies.
The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?
–Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, 51
When daughter #1 visits, we like to re-listen to music, even old LPs from my parents’ house. But listening to a new Bob album is quite a treat.
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Treat yourself.
I’ll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there’s no love left behind
I’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes
*Jorge Luis Borges
Well, here’s a great old hymn for Tuesday. We sing it in the Episcopal Church but with an organ accompaniment. However, I do like this rendition.
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We did not get to hang out in the Green Room–it was a school night after all–but it was a pleasure to see Marty again. He always puts on quite a show. And it was fun to get out and about for the first time in months!
There will be cake…
…and we will toast the birthday girl once, twice…thrice!
He also directed the film and narrates it. Yes, it is one of those elaborate star-studded Hollywood efforts and is produced by Dino De Laurentiis, but its screenwriter Christopher Fry sticks fairly close to the original. I always thought that Peter O’Toole makes a good angel.
The world is more than we know. I watched it last night and it was pretty good. But The Silence of the Lambs was the big winner that year. C’est la vie.
dual personalities 