Over the moon . . .
It's Thor's day . . . here in Okieland, echoes of Summer continue to reverberate ‘til the end of the week.
There is one memory deep inside you. The deep shadow that forever takes you in its arms. – David Whyte
A personal report from Ashville, North Carolina after Hurricane Helene, by Hanna Cole (Sunlight Tax).
Yesterday, the long shore of the Watercourse saw a gathering not seen for fifty years.
Today is the anniversary of the 1895 publication of Stephen Crane's novel The Red Badge of Courage
A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.” – Stephen Crane. This poem is in the public domain.
It's the birthday of novelist Thomas Wolfe, born in 1900 Asheville, North Carolina
And it's the 99th anniversary of Gore Vidal's birth. The prolific novelist/essayist was on this day in 1925 West Point, New York. His grandfather, T.P. Gore was the U.S. Senator from Oklahoma, once upon a long time ago.
On this date in 1849, Edgar Allen Poe was found unconscious outside a pub in Baltimore. He died in a hospital four days later.
'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied,—
'If you seek for Eldorado!'
– Edgar Allen Poe, “Eldorado,” first published in the April 21, 1849, issue of the Boston-based The Flag of Our Union.
Like life, ice-cream is temporary
It's Odin's day . . . Southerlies are returning to Okieland today, bringing the last (hopefully) of the summer heat for the rest of the week.
Today is the 155th birth anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi in 1869, Porbandar, India.
Poet Wallace Stevens was born on this day in 1879, Reading, Pennsylvania.
And it's the birth date of Graham Greene. The British novelist, writer, playwright and literary critic was born in 1904 Berkhamsted, England.
Syncronicity recognized by Heather Cox Richardson: One hundred years ago [October 1st] former president Jimmy Carter arrived in the world in Plains, Georgia. According to the Atlanta Constitution of that date, he arrived just after the worst wind and rainstorm of the year passed off to sea. In Letters from An American.
The Emperor of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
– Wallace Stevens. This poem is in the public domain.
Unpacking the meaning of “The Emperor of Ice-cream.”
There's still time . . .
It's Tiw's day . . . and Northerlies are bringing a touch of chill to the morning's mailbox here in TulseyTown...
People often say that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. – Selma Hayek
Joyce Vance unties the legal knots of the week ahead in Civil Discourse.
The 39th President of the U.S., Jimmy Carter was born 100 years ago today in 1924, Plains, Georgia. He is a Nobel Peace Prize laureate.
It's the birthday of Julie Andrews. The multiple award recipient and now Dame Andrews turns 89 today.
And, the “king of late night television,” Johnny Carson, made his first appearance as the host of NBC's The Tonight Show, on this date in 1962.
This past Saturday, Kris Kristofferson died at his home in Maui, Hawaii.
Yesterday: poet laureate of the United States, W.S. Merwin, was born in New York City on this day in 1927. Raised in Union City, New Jersey. he won the 1971 and 2009 Pulitzer Prizes, and the 2005 National Book Award.
“...there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time." — W.S. Merwin
“To love without knowing how to love wounds the person we love.” – Thich Nhat Hanh