BurningbirdThe Robert Lowell poem Terminal Days at Beverly Farms focuses on the poet’s father’s death, which he dispassionately describes in the poem’s closing: Father’s death was abrupt and unprotesting. His vision was still twenty-twenty. After a morning of anxious, repetitive smiling, his last words to Mother were: “I feel awful.” Loren Webster rejects Lowell’s father meaningless smiles and resigned […]
Many thanks for the birthday wishes. I didn’t have a cake tonight, but I did treat myself to two margaritas when my roommate took me out for dinner. And I’m also treating myself to a whole raft of movies, including some classic sci-fi recommended by a friend. (Speaking of movies, we watched Shrek 2 tonight. […]
I had the oddest dream last night. I dreamed that I was in a small town located on the ocean, I’m not sure which ocean. I was there to attend a reunion of all the people I’ve met online through weblogging and have wanted to meet in person. I was sharing a dorm room with […]
..but I came across Letters to an Unknown Audience some time ago, and have been enjoying it ever since. When I saw this site’s version of the ‘political maps’ (here and here) I thought it was past time to expos…no…introdu…nah…shout…oh brother, that’s overused…drop this site on all of you. Because. A taste: Some went unmarked because of the austerity of […]
I had finally gone through all of Dad’s books and decided which to keep, and which to give away. I called the library, but they weren’t accepted any new book donations until April. The lady I talked to asked what kind of books they were. I said they were mainly mystery and detective novels. She […]