BurningbirdAnother e.e. cummings poem has been coming to mind lately, spurred on by the discussions about the ‘proper’ amount of sorrow we should feel at the loss of the Columbia crew. Proper sorrow. What is that? I do not know what proper sorrow is. cummings once said: We do not believe in ourselves until someone […]
Summary: I seldom write about poets, preferring to leave this genre to others better suited. But the talk yesterday about the shuttles and Hubble and Chandra, and of stars and black holes and other aspects of astrophysics, brought to mind one of my favorite poems, Space being(don’t forget to remember)Curved, by e.e. Cummings I seldom […]
If we look hard enough, we can find the lowest common denominator among us, and we can beat down the peaks and fill in the valleys and take comfort in the sameness among us. And one spark of beauty, one ray of true art, can multiply, like the loaves and the fishes, to feed the […]
I had email auto responding on and off this week and just found out today that it was not forwarding emails on to me. I’m not sure what happened to the email, but it didn’t get through to me. If you’ve sent an email, especially in the last week, and have been expecting a response, […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Lest you all think that we in America speak in the same voice as Bush, and lest you all think that we America are doing little to fight this upcoming war in Iraq, think again. I was contacted about a job just across the river in Illinois that I was […]