Something better if not bigger
It's Satyrs' day in Okieland (albeit not everywhere). In the mailbox this morning:
Shakespeare's sonnets were first published on this day in 1609.
The English-born poet W.H. Auden became a U.S. citizen on this date In 1946. A prolific writer, two of his most recognized poems were Funeral Blues (also named Stop all the clocks) and The More Loving One.
The More Loving One
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well / That, for all they care, I can go to hell, / But on earth indifference is the least /
We have to dread from man or beast. / How should we like it were stars to burn / With a passion for us we could not return? /
If equal affection cannot be, / Let the more loving one be me. /
Admirer as I think I am / Of stars that do not give a damn, / I cannot, now I see them, say / I missed one terribly all day. /
Were all stars to disappear or die / I should learn to look at an empty sky / And feel its total dark sublime, /
Though this might take me a little time.
Yesterday (19 May) was the birth date of Malcolm X, born Malcolm Little, in 1925 Omaha, Nebraska. Published after his assassination in 1965, his autobiography continues to sell, now well past ten-million copies.
The Way is about change. Consciously experienced it refocuses the mind from probabilities to possibilities – from measuring the past in order to allow for a future as an immeasurable moment amid the manifesting possibilities of Creation.
Sonnet #60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
The Watercourse is the mother and father of Ways that only accurately can be termed “ SO, SOOO BIG.”
So, how else to characterize “SO, Soo, Big!?” check out Roberta Peters description of the giant in Act II of Into the Woods. It’s short, from 1:26:15 to 1:28:20