Lots Of Cold…
…zero snow.
…zero snow.
…along with flattened and stuffed chicken breasts.
Kentucky Coffeetree
But mainly, it’s about Limericks. A few of the classics are here: Limericks
Breakfast out at…
Very unfancy but very good food.
Because of the insistence of several (or fewer) fans of poetry, I have revised my introductory List of Poems. This list is supposed to be a guide for the normal person, a person who might be developing an interest. It is not intended to be a definitive list of great poetry, and there is no doubt that many great poems (especially those revered by English majors) are not included. It is intended to help incomers find a path through the weeds. The list is just a list of titles, not links, so anyone interested in reading all this great stuff will have to turn to books or search online and download.
And I think that to transfuse emotion—not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer—is the peculiar function of poetry.
A. E. HOUSMAN
When we read Kipling we can usually say,
"That is just how I feel." Of course there is nothing "wrong" with that, but, when we read a great poet, we say, "I never realized before what I felt. From now on, thanks to this poem, I shall feel differently."
W. H. AUDEN
With the new year I’m switching this blog from once a day to whenever appropriate.
Over the past 14 or more years more than 5,000 daily posts have been put up.
Having to do a daily blog, with both text and at least one photo, is fun but challenging: it makes you pay attention and think about things, but it can be stressful, especially when the sun is sinking and there’s no photo in the can.
I will probably continue my habitual pattern of daily posts, but then, I might wait until I have a good shot or something to say—so please don’t expect a post daily. I think this new regimen might even allow me to do a little more longer-form writing, though I am determined to avoid becoming anything like an “influencer.” Thanks.
…over by Albany and Broadhead, and the 90-mile long famous paddle-way known as the Sugar River, which runs from west of Madison down to near Rockford, Illinois. Took a biref walk in the chill wind.
…2024. Onward and upward.
Take out pizza in the oven. Snacks ( and photos of snacks) to come later.
A big RC wooden schooner, built from scratch—no kit.
Fifty-eight inches on deck, but still small enough to make it up the basement stairs. Stitch-and-glue plywood on frames; fin keel with lead bulb (which I will have to cast from molten lead in a handmade mold). Removable keel and rig.
This is going to be a long term project, but can’t wait to start.
Also, I’ve updated the list of esential poetry. I was trying to buff it up to 100, but, because of high standards, only made it to 90. Still, a pretty good place to begin: Great Poetry
…but the dimness is lingering longer.
…after considerable overnight rain.
Nice enough for a bike ride (on the old, non-electric bike), but not climate appropriate.
…is what the viruses in this house have done, and we innocent bystanders are the ones who are paying the price. Furthermore, the conditions outdoors are just about equal to the the indoor weather.
On to spring.
…all the way home. (And just warm enough to prevent it from precipitating. But fun visit and chance to catch up.
…including some time shoveling snow off ice.
…of nine big squirrels, under the bird feeder.
But no interest in the compost bin.
Christmas Eve dinner at the neighbor’s. Tasty Swedish fare including potato sausages. Happy Christmas Eve, everyone.
…yesterday, but nothing but gray sky and drizzle today.
Amaryllis pointing out the cardinal compass points.
…at Antler Circle, a few days early. Great fun, gifts, hors d’oeuvres, and dinner.
…kitchen work.
Dundee cakes, Texas green chili, cornbread.
…of the snow covered bird feeder.
…and Mimi is on the mend.
…followed by a biting of wind. More winter scheduled for tomorrow.
White oak and red oak—could this be a form of DEI?
Friend, Mike, commented on yesterday’s post. I recommend going back in time to read it. In a similar vein: Poems By Heart