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Tiger's Wood
Overdose is what I'm thinking. Horrible, but...there's been a lot of upset in a young mother's life--now to be publicly associated with her husband's multiple indiscretions...— December 8, 2009 4:05 a.m.
Tiger's Wood
Beat me to it, Cuddle. As she was wheeled toward the hospital doors, I noticed that the woman has very light blonde hair, like Elin Nordegren...— December 8, 2009 4 a.m.
Poultry and Cosmology
...and yet more fun with the universe: I saw no Way—-the Heavens were stitched— I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemispheres— I touched the Universe— And back it slid—-and I alone— A speck upon a Ball— Went out upon Circumference— Beyond the Dip of Bell— So many questions arise with Dickinson’s flinty, yet oblique lines. Is “Dip of Bell” referring here to sound? Is this narrative emanating from after death somehow? The senses seem to be both obstructing (as usual in her investigations) and aiding, as when the narrator is able to ‘touch’ the universe, and to push it back like a screen, while going forward. And another: Heaven is so far of the Mind— That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved— ‘Tis vast—as our capacity— As fair—as our idea— To Him of adequate desire— No further ‘tis, than Here— “Heaven” is usually the ‘universe’ in Dickinson’s work. “Heaven” is so far of the Mind”: meanings proliferate, so that the universe is so much a product of the mind, yet we also have the spatial term in “far,” denoting distance between one and the other. The mind seems to be conflated with the universe; if the mind dissolved, so would the universe—the universe being just a concept of the mind, then, yet the “far” suggests that the object conceived of must be given a possibility of autonomous existence apart from its conception. So this is also more fun on the topic of observer and observed, one of ED’s favorites, and one which also takes the form here of consciousness attempting to circumscribe its own boundaries, yet necessarily failing, because in order to think about your thinking, you’d need to be able to stand outside it. (The site of “it” (indefinable) could not be proved). Amazing stuff! 'Spose I should have just done a blog on this... ;)— December 8, 2009 2:52 a.m.
Poultry and Cosmology
Thanks for posting that Dickinson, AG--perfect for this thread topic! I love the way she tries to show us in this piece her very process of thinking; as usual keeping a double set of suggestions going in image and proposition; here with the “brain” and “sky,” and “brain” and sea…” and “they will differ—if they do…” It is such a tease of her to sometimes use “brain” and sometimes “mind”—drives me crazy! ;) This poem I’ll post in Pike’s honor, who attempts to conceive of the universe as the domain of Pac Man: I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—til my Groove Pushed sudden thro’ to his— Then my face take her Recompense— The looking in his eyes— But ‘tis a single Hair— A filament—a law— A Cobweb—wove in Adamant— A Battlement—of Straw— A limit like the Veil Unto the Lady’s face— But every Mesh—a Citadel— And Dragons—in the Crease—— December 8, 2009 2:27 a.m.
Stairway to Heaven
Whoa. What's going on here, Cuddle?! :(— December 8, 2009 12:31 a.m.
Loosening Family Ties
Picked up Dickinson to quote something to someone else, and it opened here: While we were fearing it, it came-- But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair-- There is a Fitting--a Dismay-- A Fitting--a Despair-- 'Tis harder knowing it is Due Than knowing it is Here. The Trying on the Utmost The Morning it is new Is Terribler than wearing it A whole existence through. Hope you are warm and dry this wet and windy night (Wild Nights! ;), John. We'll be thinking of you, and would love to hear how you are doing.— December 7, 2009 9:59 p.m.
Bonus Blog: Classic YouTube Moments, Part 2
re: #4: Darn it, the tv is on here, so I'm not allowed to watch these right now. And the man is unhappy when the sound portion of cat vids such as "betrayed girlfriend" confuse Mica. I say that indoor pampered guys like him need a little adrenaline rush here and there, to make up for the lack of those states of alertness and near panic they'd constantly experience in the wild.— December 7, 2009 7:10 p.m.
What Is It, South Park, That Porn Did to You?
If they refused to pull the plug, they would stop being old perverts, now, wouldn't they? ;)— December 7, 2009 5:40 p.m.
Poultry and Cosmology
Very well ;) Psychoanalysis usually receives this criticism, with far more merit. I remember once reading a piece in a respected journal, in which the author was discussing Lacanian concepts--including, of course, the text and the self--and about two pages into it, I began to think there was some kind of mistake, and that the author was either crazy or sneaky, and had submitted a piece that just looked like it knew what it was talking about. Turned out to be the latter--editors had not read it through ;)— December 7, 2009 4:50 p.m.
Poultry and Cosmology
Someone really should do a little book, perhaps a graphic format, exploring all of the handy metaphors used by physicists to attempt to embody mathematical discoveries about the structure of the universe. It'll be a magical story fit even for kids, in which the Cheshire cat is both there and not there to tell them riddles, as they munch on Swiss cheese and raisin bread, and bounce on those big inflatables with dancing atoms. I accept your topological model of the Pac-Man, though surely it is not the most elegant we've considered ;) AND...I guess I can forgive you that beastly cartoon, since you posted cute chickens and the Idle ;)— December 7, 2009 4:27 p.m.