Monthly Archives: December 2009

Happy New Year

The snow out­side my win­dow is falling steadily but gen­tly; watch­ing it is com­pelling. I’m think­ing of all the weather fore­cast­ers on TV say­ing that this would ruin the New Year for every­one. I hate slick roads and paths, but I have to say that the pow­dery cov­er­ing of white upon brick chim­neys, ever­green trees,

2009 in Review

I’m not fond of mak­ing these posts which link to lots of stuff I’ve writ­ten. It’s not that I’m against self-promotion. It’s just that all the cat­e­gories, tags, even titles of posts exist to make this blog search­able; while I haven’t updated the index, it still points to a wide vari­ety of posts; finally, I’d

This Post-Family World: Cecilia Woloch, “Slow Children at Play”

Read­ing Cecilia Woloch’s “Slow Chil­dren at Play,” I can’t help but think about three peo­ple. The poem: All the quick chil­dren have gone inside, called by their moth­ers to hurry-up-wash-your-hands honey-dinner’s-getting-cold, just-wait-till-your-father-gets-home– and only the slow chil­dren out on the lawns, mark­ing off paths between fire­flies, mak­ing soft lit­tle sounds with their mouths, ohs, that glow

Emily Dickinson, “I made slow Riches but my Gain…” (843)

I made slow Riches but my Gain… (843) Emily Dick­in­son I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it num­bered more Than the pre­ced­ing One All Days, I did not earn the same But my per­ceive­less Gain Inferred the less by Grow­ing than The Sum that it had grown. Com­ment:

Links, 12/26/09

Christ­mas was nice and quiet, the way I like it. I’m not one for hol­i­days where things feel forced in the least; I’m not against social oblig­a­tions, but I think far too many peo­ple take on too many of them over the hol­i­days. Don’t you just want some quiet time? My only regret Christ­mas Day was