thrills through her flesh. The hero stands,
stunned by the applauding hands,
and lifts her head to please the mob . . .
No, young and starry-eyed, the brother
and sister wait before their mother,
old iron-bruises, powder, "Child,
these breasts . . ." He knows. And if she's killed
his treadmill heart will never rest---
his wet mouth pressed to some slack breast,
or shifting over on his back . . .
The severed radiance filters back,
athirst for nightlife--gorgon head,
fished up from the Aegean dead,
with all its stranded snakes uncoiled,
here beheaded and despoiled.
and deserts give asylum, peace
to each abortion and mistake.
Lost in the Near Eastern dreck,
the tyrant and tyrannicide
lie like the bridegroom and the bride;
the battering ram, abandonded, prone,
beside the apeman's phallic stone.
Betrayals! Was it the first night?
They stood against a black and white
inland New England backdrop. No dogs
there, horse or hunter, only frogs
chirring from the dark trees and swamps.
Elms watching like extinguished lamps.
Knee-high hedges of black sheep
encircling them at every step.
Some subway-green coldwater flat,
its walls tattooed with neon light,
then high delirious squalor, food
burned down with vodka . . . menstrual blood
caking the covers, when they woke
to the dry, childless Sunday walk,
saw cars on Brooklyn Bridge descend
through steel and coal dust to land's end.
Was it years later when they met,
and summer's coarse last-quarter drought
had dried the hard-veined elms to bark--
lying like people out of work,
dead sober, cured, recovered, on
the downslope of some gritty green,
all access barred with broken glass;
and dehydration browned the grass?
Is it this shore? Their eyes worn white
as moons from hitting bottom? Night,
the sandfleas scissoring their feet,
the sandbed cooling to concrete,
one borrowed blanket, lights of cars
shining down at them like stars? . . .
Sand build the lost Atlantis . . . sand,
Atlantic ocean, condoms, sand.
Sleep, sleep. The ocean, grinding stones,
can only speak the present tense;
nothing will age, nothing will last,
or take corruption from the past.
A hand, your hand then! I'm afraid
to touch the crisp hair on your head--
Monster loved for what you are,
till time, that buries us, lay bare."
(pp. 42-49)
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To be answered in kind.
http://books.google.com/books?id=plPqF3hbcXkC&pg=PT274&lpg=PT274&dq=Amy+Clampitt+hippocrene&source=bl&ots=5r_fVisJo4&sig=j3smP9PpELXxmTzDtxL880tCVk8&hl=en&sa=X&ei=qEFzUda4Oean2AXqyoDADA&ved=0CD8Q6AEwAw
I remember that this was the sound.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhSFpxBur5U
Address to an absent person? It is hardly for affairs or Dionysian void-gazing that I do not come back, right away. I have this feeling that when personal ambitions and legislation aligns in the near distant future, it will have been worth waiting; I won't ask you what happened in the meantime.
His translation of Racine was in the 1967 collection. I read the Rawlings bilingual version, in blank verse, first.
http://www.textetc.com/workshop/wt-racine-1.html
http://archimedes.fas.harvard.edu/cgi-bin/dict?name=lsj&lang=el&word=a%29pofe%2Frw&filter=GreekXlit
When one touches on betrayal, I do not think I have experienced more than the average human; my reaction may have seemed disproportionate.
What I meant then was that in approaching your psychic settlement I am hardly justified in asking about anyone else. It seems to be overlooked that with so much to do here that I would want to race to somewhere for a shag. I do not even keep phone numbers of my relatives in my contact list, besides the ones I cannot escape, so it goes against my nature to have casual encounters.
I originally posted this because the monster loved then demanded an expression among many lovers, and I took it very personally. Regardless of my feelings, I know that I cannot control anyone else, and it creates more distrust to lash out, if on paper. The part about Leopold Bloom and his cuckolding wife is not about infidelity; he is deeply in love with her to remember the details of Milly and Rudy's conception. Since Rudy's death, the pleasure they sought in creation is more difficult, collapsing into lust for others. I thought of the image of a chessboard, of seeking a way to get back together. Most couples fail because they do not see the point
of renegotiating, battling even, to stay together. A paradox there: one cannot control another person, nor can one casually disregard mate guarding behavior, when the blood pressure rises uncomfortably in the ears on seeing someone speak at length to your partner at a party.
If I was indifferent, or blissful sinning, I would not be able to write. I have since 2012 because I clarified my intentions.
It is natural and necessary to sift through this contrast.
Transplanting some milkweed for the Monarch flyover this autumn, I observed several fruiting bodies of Lysurus mokusin, or lantern stinkhorn.
http://www.mushroomexpert.com/stinkhorn_fame.html
Yes, the latest was in fact a recapitulation of the poem; as in Lowell's case, many confessions were antique inventions. I could lick myself for giving away the original with the Nolan drawings.
I had forgotten the epigraph to "Hippocrene", since I was largely directed to The Waves (1931) by virtue of following Orlando (1928).
I am aware, however, you have a lot to say, and write even more than I do. Does the overt trajectory of the images bother you, as if I could rattle off such things, or worse, find that they do not apply later? A moment in time, yes, but maintained over the extent that it must to be actualized; otherwise, I think I would know to stop.
https://vimeo.com/118850126
https://schabrieres.wordpress.com/2015/05/01/rainer-maria-rilke-jai-vu-dans-loeil-animal-1926/
I still love you, if in my weakness, I fail at the ciphers, at times. I am not sure about this one, but I only know that misunderstandings bring greater clarity over time. I am not with anyone else.
That a is a good suggestion, The Waves (1931), and then her translator, Yourcenar's L'Oeuvre au noir, The Abyss (1968) for alchemical nigredo. I would like to read the latter with both texts.
https://books.google.com/books?id=OTOFAAAAQBAJ&lpg=PT295&ots=deo45V5CA7&dq=%22Inside%2C%20in%20the%20middle%20of%20the%20stone%20floor%20was%20a%20circle%20of%20silver%20soil%2C%22&pg=PT295#v=onepage&q=%22Inside,%20in%20the%20middle%20of%20the%20stone%20floor%20was%20a%20circle%20of%20silver%20soil,%22&f=false
Also, these:
http://exhibitions.guggenheim.org/burri/art
http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/collections/collection-online/artists/bios/625
Clarity: I am a little antic because what I am doing to obtain a license and secure employment is very slow-going, repetitious, but secure. Advanced degrees in this field are online (paper-writing, no problem there), and I plan to enroll and increase my earning power right out of the gate. Before, the path was open-ended and challenging, but with less sure answers, and dictated by the whims of personalities. Demonstrating more consistency is a also lesson of the past.
In another mood, this might be a caesura for an extremely productive time, so I have to see it that way. Also, I have to be less dissatisfied that this is not a culminating experience, and more a way to secure the life and educational opportunities I want later.
A narcoleptic episode? An adverse drug reaction unresponsive to Narcan? I dragged a suspected stroke to CT single handedly, which was a rapid lifesaving measure that produced zero diagnostic results. Risky, to be on an elevator without an ambubag, airway, or debrillator, just in case...I didn't wait for the Code team
The neurologist put him through a complete assessment without determining the source. Abrupt discontinuation of antidepressants or stimulants for narcolepsy with extreme cataplexy?
https://books.google.com/books?id=mtyCBAAAQBAJ&pg=PA275&dq=cataplexy+antidepressants&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwi6toDihcneAhXMuVkKHVHBAtQQ6AEIMzAD#v=onepage&q=cataplexy%20antidepressants&f=false
I have a colleague finishing her DNP on the unit, with adolescent children, and an older husband. Without giving away too much, my answer to her regret that she could not spend more time with her kids is that people that age do not appreciate it anyway. Looking back, they will be proud that their mother persisted. It is modeling the correct work ethic.
Apparently, this is a common tort.
https://blog.thesullivangroup.com/rsqsolutions/patient-safety-in-radiology
https://books.google.com/books?id=XQvYAQAAQBAJ&pg=PA126&dq=%22Five+years+have+passed;+Five+summers,+with+the+length+of+Five+long+winters!+and+again+I+hear+these+waters%E2%80%A6%E2%80%9DFive+years+have+passed;+Five+summers,+with+the+length+of+Five+long+winters!+and+again+I+hear+these+waters%E2%80%A6%E2%80%9D&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwieg6fzrKHnAhWahXIEHThSDbEQ6AEINzAC#v=onepage&q=%22Five%20years%20have%20passed%3B%20Five%20summers%2C%20with%20the%20length%20of%20Five%20long%20winters!%20and%20again%20I%20hear%20these%20waters%E2%80%A6%E2%80%9DFive%20years%20have%20passed%3B%20Five%20summers%2C%20with%20the%20length%20of%20Five%20long%20winters!%20and%20again%20I%20hear%20these%20waters%E2%80%A6%E2%80%9D&f=false
Exercise 91.
https://books.google.com/books?id=TmrmEAAAQBAJ&pg=PA134&dq=shirat+hayam&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwihzMqZl4SEAxUCpokEHaGkBtkQ6AF6BAgLEAM#v=onepage&q=shirat%20hayam&f=false
Parashat Beshalach is my favorite so far in close reading. The trough after the signs and wonders come afterwards. Forty years wandering.
"Individual differences in complex emotional states may reflect neurodevelopmental differences in how sensory input is translated into subjective emotional responses. For instance, those who experience more intense emotional responses to music have stronger white matter connectivity between neural regions involved in sensory and emotional processing (Sachs et al., 2016), suggesting that individual differences in the way that people experience emotion as a result of external sensory stimuli (e.g., music) may reflect differences in the structural organisation of the brain. ASMR may also be associated with comparable neural differences in how sensory input and emotional experience are integrated. People with ASMR show reduced functional connectivity within the Default Mode Network (a constellation of brain regions involved in self-referential processing; Poerio et al., 2018), but increased functional connectivity between the DMN and clusters in executive-control and visual resting state networks (Smith et al., 2017). This has led to the suggestion that ASMR is driven by an inability to inhibit sensory-emotional responses (Poerio, Mank & Hostler, 2022)."
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0092656621001203
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