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Sunday, June 11, 2017
Dickens on Childhood and Memory and Happiness
"This may be fancy, though I think the memory of most of us can go farther back into such times than many of us suppose; just as I believe the power of observation in numbers of very young children to be quite wonderful for its closeness and accuracy. Indeed, I think that most grown men who are remarkable in this respect, may with greater proprietybe said not to have lost the faculty, than to have acquired it; the rather, as I generally observe such men to retain a certain freshness, and gentleness, and capacity of being pleased, which are also an inheritance they have preserved from their childhood.
"I might have a misgiving that I am 'meandering' in stopping to say this, but that it brings me to remark that I build these conclusions, in part upon my own experience of myself; and if it should appear from
anything I may set down in this narrative that I was a child of close observation, or that as a man I have a strong memory of my childhood, I undoubtedly lay claim to both of these characteristics."
--Charles Dickens
-----very early in David Copperfield--
Friday, June 9, 2017
Wish Upon a Wing
Today, while out buying fish in Berkeley, I was limping back to my truck (back & leg issues) when in front of me appeared a crow or raven also limping.
Was he making fun of me? Showing sympathy? Just a fellow creature with a hurt of his/her own?
Before I could ask, the black bird flew away.
I wish I had wings like that.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
The Clay Waits
The clay waits
Life-mask
Death-mask
The sculptor can't decide
Drawing ragged breaths
This broken morning
Fixing memory in pieces
Mixing temerity with mortality
. . . .
The clay waits.
There was a crooked man
Who climbed a crooked hill
Who had been a broken child
Bound to a broken will . . . .
. . . .
Pottery unfired
Bowls unthrown . . .
The clay waits.
There is a frayed man
On a frayed course . . .
. . . .
Threadbare nerves
Nightmare curves
Vertiginous horse
Sweltering source
Fevered fear
Galloping near . . .
. . . .
The frayed man wakes . . .
The clay wakes.
--MD
slightly revised: 7/8/18
and again: 3/21/20
and again: 4/13/20
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Literary Default: Heroic Fantasy
Sword & sorcery, heroic fantasy, classical epic -- my favorite genre (yes, singular) no matter the space-time continuum. Last spring I was teaching Homer's Iliad, now I am reading Erikson's Reaper's Gale. Leiber's Fafhrd & the Gray Mouser series fits somewhere in between, as does Byron's Don Juan.