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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Clouds Over the Parking Lot
Well, it’s Halloween, so the Grocery Store was busy. Everyone bought candy to pass out tonight, so the kids could collect
it door-to-door, with the usual threats. Not much new writing today; edited some old poems, and sent them out. Read a poem
by Gerard Manley Hopkins earlier today, and with that on my mind, stopped for a while to look at the sky before loading the
groceries into the trunk, when someone honked at a pedestrian walking slowly in the parking lot, an older woman taking too
much time existing.
Pied Beauty
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
5:49 pm est
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Titanic & Plastic Bags
Shop & Drop
Grittybits is new, it’s quiet. It’s about writing mostly. And whatever else comes with that.
Maybe I have to go food shopping, and that messes up the whole day—lost in the isles looking for Flavor Blasted Goldfish,
I might stop and think for a moment about lines from Thomas Hardy’s poem about the Titanic:
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
Then at the checkout, swiping my debit card, packing groceries into plastic bags that won’t decompose for 1,000 years, considering
the Titanic, I wonder what we else we create that will hold up that long, that is so sturdy and strong.
7:01 am est
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