Had to look up a line from Campion's 'When thou must home to shades of underground' which naturally led to a number of webpages discussing the poem, some of which seemed to be talking about, and quoting, some other longer poem entirely, and all of which took the last line, 'Then tell, oh tell, how thou didst murder me' completely literally. Which ( Read more... )

I knew there'd be cancellations for my physiotherapist yesterday because snow, and I had myself waitlisted in case there were. Missed the ones that opened up Friday, but they called me noonish Saturday to say there were more. Only the steps were ankle deep in snow and I had no idea what the sidewalk were like between me and the clinic. So I said ( Read more... )

Hanh. Way back in the fall of 2021 I was kvetching about not being able to find the source of my 'early something and wise in season' mental tag, and remarked that my vague recollection was it ended with someone putting a bullet through his head. I must have been paralyzed by pre-op nerves because I can't explain such denseness otherwise but *of ( Read more... )

'And the moment after, weep thy girlish tears.' And other unfortunate poems of my childhood ( Read more... )

I woke up Sunday convinced it was Monday and wondered why M next door was running around and not in school. Then wondered why Environment Canada was showing yesterday's weather (ie Sunday) and not today's. Finally got that sorted but my time sense has been off ever since ( Read more... )

You know, I don't think I've ever seen a copy of Yoshitoshi's Sotoba no Komachi for sale and I probably wouldn't have bought it in my giddy thirties even if I had. But that's really a wonderful picture. This is the great beauty Ono no Komachi, she of the famous hana no iroas the color of the blossoms ( Read more... )

Kept waking last night because knee was panging-- my 'good' knee, which is distressing. Of course it did that before, but that was thirty pounds ago. It was quiet up until a month or so ago and then started catching at me in bed. And now... gloom doom oh dear. So when I woke up at 10 (after going to bed at 2) I turned over and went back to sleep ( Read more... )

As ever, a crossword clue took me to Keats Ode to a Nightingale, which I'd somehow managed never to read even as I see it quoted all over the Victorian literary landscape. Then I wondered just what was so melodiously wonderful about nightingales, given how unmusical birds are in general. Googled and listened to a few videos of same. Nightingales ( Read more... )

Half an ativan unaccountably failed to put me to sleep but did loosen the muscles up so that I awoke relatively limber. Two hours in the dentist's chair took care of that, but it was nice while it lasted ( Read more... )

Tomorrow's forecast: 'periods of snow mixed with rain. High 8.' Now, in my 70 years of experience (65 if you're counting Japanesely from 'when first became aware of surroundings'), it doesn't snow at 8C/ 46F. I shall watch tomorrow with interest, because I'd actually like to get up to the not-postal outlet that won't send packages but does sell ( Read more... )