Friday, February 18, 2011

Homer the aged poet


"Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn't know anything about the other. I'm an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences."

Wings of Desire

Emily Bronte essay


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Facebook is good for something.

This was the status of my friend Caitrin. Clearly, we got on a roll.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney: The tempestuous tulip.

Melissa Jackson The deliciously distraught daffodil.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The reckless rose.

Melissa Jackson The horrified hydrangea.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The persnickety poppy.

Melissa Jackson The lascivious lily.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The outrageous orchid.

Melissa Jackson The bewildered baby's breath.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The pompous petunia.

Melissa Jackson The arrogant amaryllis.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The lucid lilac.

Melissa Jackson The cantankerous clover. (I think we deserve an award at this point.)

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The hellacious hydrangea. (I agree, this must be getting near record breaking.)

Melissa Jackson The devious dahlia.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The voluptuous violets.

Melissa Jackson The jesting jasmine.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The bodacious begonia.

Melissa Jackson The magnanimous magnolia.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The analytical alyssum.

Melissa Jackson The neurotic narcissus.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The cathartic carnation.

Melissa Jackson The furtive forget-me-not.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The monstrous marigold.

Melissa Jackson The gorgeous goldenrod.

Melissa Jackson Again, with the awards. Can someone please at least give us stickers?

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The entitled edelweiss.

Melissa Jackson The hellacious heliotrop.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The funky freesia.

Melissa Jackson The persnickety plumeria.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The ticklish thyme.

Melissa Jackson The advantageous aster.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The inquisitive iris.

Melissa Jackson The bemoaning buttercup.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The disastrous dandelion.

Melissa Jackson The ferocious fern.

Caitrin Bogart Sweeney The officious oleander.


Julie Sweeney This is the best FB thread I have ever read!

The resounding rhododendron!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Harry Potter, Harry Potter

The 4:19 mark

Astaire


“Once after a dinner party, Gregory Peck and I drove Fred Astaire home. Fred lived in a colonial house that had a long porch with many pillars. When we dropped him off, he danced along the whole front porch, then opened the door, tipped his hat to us, and disappeared.

Wow! Greg and I couldn’t speak for a few minutes. It was a beautiful way to say thank you.”

-Kirk Douglas, in his autobiography Let’s Face It

And if mankind once loses its storyteller, then it will lose its childhood. -Wings of Desire