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fashion it into a thing that carries itself
[The subject line's from an Anne Carson passage about history and elegy that Amanda Gorman uses as the epigraph to Call Us What We Carry, which happened to be in my library's Lucky Day Collection when I picked up AJ Hall's For Real last week.]
As forecast, the snow is pelting down, and the foot traffic downtown is the lightest I've seen since spring ( Read more... ) -
buggy beauty
Tu b'shevat arrives tomorrow, and Middle Tennessee is supposed to get whumped by snow by then. Coincidentally, a crepe myrtle the Beautiful Young Man had ordered at the start of November was delivered this week, so he's planting it as I type.
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Middlemarch; RIP Michael Murrin; muddling towards merry
Some KJ Charles fans were chatting on Discord about Cat Sebastian's Hither, Page, which is set right before Christmas and proved to be what I wanted for a cozy reread at 5 a.m. for Reasons. I really have got to get around to reading Middlemarch some day, because it keeps turning up -- in this book, in Marissa's recs, in a beautiful English country ( Read more... ) -
Norwegian and Peg post
First, the Norwegians, via KJ Charles and PinkNews UK:
Second: holiday greetings! If you would like to receive one in the mail from me, please put your address in a comment or email mechaieh[at]gmail[dot]com. Comments are screened., if I've managed to tweak that setting correctly for this post, which is not a given these days. [/pandemic brain]
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no matter what people say
Mark Miller's "Child of God," performed by my church choir (including me). Miller wrote the song during Methodist church battles over LGBT inclusion. The clip begins at 20:16. This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/179422.html. -
baruch dayan emet
I learned a few minutes ago that my friend Frank Stern passed away in early September.
On the one hand, he was 92. So intellectually I knew full well that I might not see him again (which, of course, is true of anyone at any age). But he was a very alert and comparatively spry nonagenarian -- I was waltzing with him at New London Assembly during the ( Read more... ) -
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
Today's subject line is from the middle of Robert Frost's "October," which has these lines near the middle:
Oh hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
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so many weeds
But, my lord, it's such a beautiful world: the hollyhocks and roses and azalea and balloon flowers are still blooming, and there's this to listen to as I slice, tug, and grind:
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measures of time
Just ate the last Easter gumdrop on Rosh Hashanah. That's how things are rolling around here at the moment. This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/178090.html.
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