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--from T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
( There are some things you just can't take back. )
- How I Feel:
thoughtful
- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
contemplative
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me,--could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel and yet breathe--into one word,
And that one word were Lightning, I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
--Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III, Stanza 97
When I first read this passage of Byron's, I knew that I'd found my words. You know the ones: that perfect combination of units of meaning, the sequence of letters and spaces and punctuation marks that becomes your totem.
Of course, Byron, being a poet overwrought with great emotion about the perfection of his craft (among other things), seeks one word, one mighty utterance that would perfectly encapsulate the who, what, where, when, why, and how of him. Perhaps that's the place where writing comes from: a place that has no name, that wants to be named, that compels its own naming. Perhaps there is a word for each of us, one perfect set of symbols and sound that would render us as instantaneously as a lightning bolt.
( I try on a few words. )
- Where I Am:The Kitchen Table
- How I Feel:
frustrated
- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel: contemplative
Around the back
Out through the window
Off jumps Jack.
--poem used for children's knitting instruction
( I learned to knit in the summer of 2001 )
- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
nostalgic
- How I Feel:
quixotic
( Why am I surprised by what I found? )
( Enough of the chatter! Where's the knitting? )
- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
relieved
- Where I Am:The Satellite Desk
- How I Feel: nostalgic
- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
happy
- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
melancholy
The College of the Four Zoas
Welcome to The College of the Four Zoas. We at CFZ are glad that you're considering joining us; we hope that in your visit you'll discover much to consider, illuminate, and delight. Below you'll find some icons of the academic and social elements of campus culture.
Registration is as easy as adding a new friend.
Fast Facts:
Est. 1969
Philosophy: "Anyone who looks at life in all its aspects will see how far the remarkable, the great, and the beautiful predominate in all things, and he will soon understand to what end we have been born." --Longinus
Location: The Deep South, USA
Enrollment: 82 and rising
Demographic Information: Female, Married, Black
Degrees Offered: BA, MA, and PhD in ZoaStudies
Accrediting Body:
therealljidolCollege Mascot: The pretty lady in the icon there. She needed a new job.
Acreage: Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her weight?
( A Few College Icons )
In response to Prompt 0 for
therealljidol.- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
chipper
autifon parks his car. I'm glad to have a new baby to keep me inside where it's dry and warm.I'm throwing my hat in for
therealljidol. Weekly topics, don't care if I win, looks interesting. I need to write more. Maybe I'll learn something about myself. Sign up here if you're interested.- Where I Am:The Proper Desk
- How I Feel:
good - What I Hear:Blissful Silence
( Knitting Natter Under the Cut )
- Where I Am:The Chair
- How I Feel:
cheerful - What I Hear:Never Been Kissed
( Click to see what's tempting me from my blessings )
- How I Feel:
stressed - What I Hear:"Dalek" on Sci Fi
My friends and parents are incredible. We moved house yesterday and today my mom and I (but mostly my mom) setup the kitchen, both bathroom linen closets, and the dining room. My dad and autifon moved a bunch of things, cleaned the old house, hooked up the washer and dryer, and barbecued chicken. Kitties are safely, and a bit sadly, ensconced on their new porch outside; I'll have to tell you about Spike's daring escape attempt once we've got the cable in, which should be tomorrow night (*fingers crossed*).
I'm now working on the workshop I'm giving at 9 am tomorrow because there's little that makes more sense than giving a workshop the Monday after you move house. Overall, though, I'm utterly thrilled about the new house and already feel very much at home.
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