Midsummer
Blessed Misdummer Solstice --
The local-local weather station reported 113 as the high today, making today the hottest day of the year so far.
And the fan on my air conditioner for the house is not working properly. It runs for about 10 minutes and then starts making distressed noises and not blowing, so I turn it off. (It started doing this on Thursday at some point. I came home from being onsite & going up to the Parents to discover the compressor running, but not the fan. I turned the system off. I called Perry Heating & Cooling, and spoke to a very nice answering-service person, who said the 24-hour slots were all taken, but I would get a call in the morning. Which I did, and made an appointment for Monday. When I got home Friday, the house was 95 inside, so I tried the fan, and have been doing the 10 minutes on, half-an-hour off thing since.)
However, richarddbrewer came over today and I now have TWO ADDITIONAL FANS, one in the workroom and one in the bedroom, and this is a lovely, lovely thing.
And yesterday I wrote comment-poetry for ithiliana, and it seems appropriate to post it here in honor of the day:
Poetry
is not
a random string of words
that flail
and fail
to hold a center
or a point;
go on no journey,
shine no light.
Poetry
is life
expressed
(squeezed out, torn forth, revealed,
placed soft and gentle,
shouted grim or glad or....)
language shaped to hold
more
than what the words might mean
alone.
Poetry
is ejaculate:
the seed of need
to Speak;
swimming hard to reach
the fertile
ear
the ductile
heart.
JGT, 20 June 2008, in response to this post.
Blessings and mercy be on us all.
The local-local weather station reported 113 as the high today, making today the hottest day of the year so far.
And the fan on my air conditioner for the house is not working properly. It runs for about 10 minutes and then starts making distressed noises and not blowing, so I turn it off. (It started doing this on Thursday at some point. I came home from being onsite & going up to the Parents to discover the compressor running, but not the fan. I turned the system off. I called Perry Heating & Cooling, and spoke to a very nice answering-service person, who said the 24-hour slots were all taken, but I would get a call in the morning. Which I did, and made an appointment for Monday. When I got home Friday, the house was 95 inside, so I tried the fan, and have been doing the 10 minutes on, half-an-hour off thing since.)
However, richarddbrewer came over today and I now have TWO ADDITIONAL FANS, one in the workroom and one in the bedroom, and this is a lovely, lovely thing.
And yesterday I wrote comment-poetry for ithiliana, and it seems appropriate to post it here in honor of the day:
Poetry
is not
a random string of words
that flail
and fail
to hold a center
or a point;
go on no journey,
shine no light.
Poetry
is life
expressed
(squeezed out, torn forth, revealed,
placed soft and gentle,
shouted grim or glad or....)
language shaped to hold
more
than what the words might mean
alone.
Poetry
is ejaculate:
the seed of need
to Speak;
swimming hard to reach
the fertile
ear
the ductile
heart.
JGT, 20 June 2008, in response to this post.
Blessings and mercy be on us all.