2013/02/03

I Am in Elaboration of Knowledge Impatient of Even the Patientest Immobility



Zen (see above) and Zombie and Bastard and Skippy remind me that yesterday was Blogroll Amnesty Day. Please note in the right column the NEW HERE blogroll. Please note that I limit the floating blogrolls to only the 25 most recently updated sites (for lamely aesthetic reasons) so please use the Show All option to see more if you haven't stopped by for a few days. As always, if there is someone you think I should be reading, for pleasure and/or insight, please let me know. As always, thanks for reading. As always, thanks for all the Kind, linkages and blogrolling. >>Deleted bleggalgazing<< As always, apologies or you're welcome (or both if you're not one or the other but both) for the >>Deleted bleggalgazing<< As always, if you are doing me a Kind and I am not reciprocating please let me know.




   
The Laurie Anderson/Kronos Quartet's Landfall: Scenes from My New Novel last night was wonderful, a special evening, made better by the discovery of a great Indian restaurant in Hillandale. No sound I can play here of the piece yet exists, so here's Kronos' version of Feldman's Piano and String Quartet - I know, I post this all the time, shoot me, I love it. Here's part two, three, four, five and six are below this block and below the poem respectively. President Douche. Oh, Wilbur. The Burger King Capital Beltway. This reminds me that on our trip to visit Planet last weekend, she asked me to loan her my copy of Infinite Jest. Oh dear, look who rich GOP donors fear. Poetry slam. Avedon's linkages. New blogs. Too little too late. Badiou, for those of you who do. Beckett, for those of you who do. Anthony's Links of the Week. The future of terror. Gerald Stern. A Chinese Finnegan's Wake. A Blissblog playlist. Matribute. It's nineteen-something-other-or-two.




KIND

Josephine Miles

When I think of my kindness which is tentative and quiet
And of yours which is intense and free,
I am in elaboration of knowledge impatient
Of even the patientest immobility.

I think of my kind, which is the human fortune
To live in the world and make war among its friends,
And of my version, which is to be moderately peaceful,
And of your version; and must make amends

By my slow word to your wish which is mobile,
Active and moving in its generous sphere.
This is the natural and the supernatural
Of humankind of which I grow aware.