this week’s Thought (singular)
songs just don’t tell you to throw your hands in the air like you just don’t care anymore
a very warm welcome to all new readers. i love new readers so much that whenever i get an email about a new reader, i manifest that they rediscover an artist they really liked in high school and forgot about. thank you for joining us. may you need to take a deep breath as pre-loved music enters your consciousness once more. daughtry? i haven’t heard that name in years.
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today i have some superb pictures of the sky for you. possibly some of the best pictures of the sky ever taken. they act as a prologue of sorts to what i have in mind for next week’s thodi, where i consider awe and wonder. you know, the usual.
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English Recitation Competition
Let No Charitable Hope, Elinor Wylie
Now let no charitable hope Confuse my mind with images Of eagle and of antelope: I am by nature none of these. I was, being human, born alone; I am, being woman, hard beset; I live by squeezing from a stone The little nourishment I get. In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.
Things to Think, Robert Bly
Think in ways you’ve never thought before. If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message Larger than anything you’ve ever heard, Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats. Think that someone may bring a bear to your door, Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose Has risen out of the lake, and he’s carrying on his antlers A child of your own whom you’ve never seen. When someone knocks on the door, think that he’s about To give you something large: tell you you’re forgiven, Or that it’s not necessary to work all the time, or that it’s Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.
“Pity me not because the light of day”, Edna St. Vincent Millay
Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not for beauties passed away From field and thicket as the year goes by; Pity me not the waning of the moon, Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea, Nor that a man’s desire is hushed so soon, And you no longer look with love on me. This have I known always: Love is no more Than the wide blossom which the wind assails, Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales: Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
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this week’s Song
A Year Without Rain by Selena Gomez & The Scene
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