Earlier tonight, as I was looking for an Ursula Le Guin short story whose name I can't remember (in which a girl performs her coming-of-age ritual: to lie awake on top of a hill all night long under a clear sky and watch the stars in their rounds***), I came across this translation of Rilke's 8th Duino Elegy. I've never been a Rilke booster (oy is ( Read more... )

Is it just me, or have the RSS feeds gone from constipated to diarrhetic? All of the sudden I have five Dinosaur Comics and a week's worth of Leninology to read.