Love & Emily, Poetry Thursday

We learned the whole of love,
The alphabet, the words,

A chapter, then the mighty book--

Then revelation closed.

But in each other's eyes

An ignorance beheld

Diviner than the childhood's,

And each to each a child.

Attempted to expound

What neither understood.

Alas, that wisdom is so large

And truth so manifold!

-Emily Dickinson

yeah....

Recognizing that my issues are not greater than those of most people...
this is how I feel, and with four shots of espresso, I may be a danger to others...

Just yesterday, I was thinking about all the random kindness I have received in the past year... sorry to be self-centered this morning... hopefully I will find some perspective soon...

NRP while I am writing...

Postings may be light -- or copious... it's hard to tell. Sometimes when I start writing, the bug hits me and I need to write things other than the papers. I tried to get ahead with a few postings, and all I have is this and a poetry Thursday.  
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By the way, I loved Fruitvale Station ... I am still amazed that it is the first feature of any writer/director.  I support Octavia Spencer in another run for the Oscar!  She was amazing... run out and see it.

RIP Helen Thomas... thank you for asking the opinionated questions!

I would like a purple button and attach to it any news about starlets and songstresses getting into trouble, and Michael Jackson and Snowden.  Thank you!

This is really long and tangled, but I thought, worth it: a piece about a philosopher who studies death/dying and her partner's serious accident that has left him seriously incapacitated.  I was pleased to read that people's emotions go back and forth and around and around on the issue of when to end a life.  Life is a serious matter, and, therefore, so is death.

This is a frank reflection about race, racism and being a racist from a very personal perspective.  I liked it so much, I listened to it twice.

Running out of time to get this piece to scheduled from draft ... but I have to include something special!  Seattle Boylesque's Mod Carousel made this cover of Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines. I think it speaks for itself, but I would love to hear what you think of it.  Find out more about Mod Carousel here, the singers are Caela Bailey, Sydni Devereaux and Dalisha Philips.

Here it is...thanks, C, it made my night!

the universe speaks?

Well, at the very least, Rob Brezsny does.  And here is what he says for my upcoming week:

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): The French novelist Flaubert declared that if you hope to write a book, you should first read 1,500 books. A Roman author named Petronius believed that the imagination does not work at its peak power unless it is inundated with reading material. I suggest you adopt their advice and apply it to your own field, Aquarius. Whatever skill or subject you want to master, expose yourself lavishly to the efforts of other people who have already mastered it. Flood yourself with well-crafted inspiration.

 How does Rob know that I am starting my *specials* (otherwise known as qualifying exams) today?

However he knows, it is the truth. At 9:00am, I will receive the three questions and then I have ten days to write 15-20 pages for each question ... answers to the questions, sometimes called essays, should be coherent and pull from the three 60+ item reading lists I prepared for each topic.

I have created an insane schedule for myself that counts 8 hours of writing, 2-3 hours of reading, some time for sleeping and eating and exercising.  I have spent the last few days stocking my refrigerator with things healthy and treat-like ... whatever it takes to keep my writing flowing.  Need stamina, need cajoling, need strength.

If you have any of those things, send them along, psychically ... light candles, pray (if that is what you are inclined to do), and send me positive vibes for this second to the last hurdle to candidacy.