On this mid-December Friday evening, faced with too many
“holiday” preparations unfinished (or unstarted), I need a few
moments with the haiku of Andrew Riutta. May they bring
you a bit of serenity, too:
“snowflakeS”
one day
becomes another–
the sound of snow
moonhaze—
getting too old
for secrets
in her silence
the tea kettle
announces winter
“snowflakeS”
almost midnight . . .
the flowers on her scarf
impossible to pick
resting her head
in her own hands—
moonless night
“snowflakeS”
December 16, 2005
a little serenity, please
Comments Off on a little serenity, please
transparently opaque: the winner is. . .
“Ed” over at Blawg Review is fiercely (religiously) anonymous, but
I’m starting to think he could be a public relations consultant for the
G.W. Bush White House. Clearly, when informing his public, Ed
believes deeply in two principles that also guide the White House:
(1) if you assert it enough, it’s true; and (2) we don’t have to explain
a thing, ’cause a Higher Power is on our side.
“GraphClimb”
If you don’t believe me, check out his post “Best Blawg and Best Law Blogs”
(Dec. 11, 2005), where Ed says:
“For most law bloggers, the real excitement will be right here for the
first ever Blawg Review Awards, which will be announced on December
26. No one knows whose blawgs are nominated, how a law blog gets
nominated, how the voting is tabulated, or even who gets to vote. Still,
this is where everyone interested in the best blawgs looks each week,
and law bloggers will be pointing their browsers back here right after
Christmas to see who got what presents from Blawg Review this year.”
So, don’t call it Boxing Day. December 26 is gonna be Blawxing Day
at Prof. Yabut’s house.
Just in case the votes aren’t tabulated yet, the f/k/a Gang
wants to add that — unlike the folks at 1700 Pennsylvania
Ave and the censors at Blawg Republic — “Ed” doesn’t
hold grudges or ignore constructive criticism. (we hope)
the procedures or results in the WizBang Weblog Awards.
Comments Off on transparently opaque: the winner is. . .
the oldest bocce . . . (never mind)
When I saw this picture
on the NYT homepage today, I thought that archeologists
had unearthed the oldest-known set of bocce balls. Upon
further reading, they had merely discovered “evidence of a
fierce battle fought there in about 3500 B.C” and what they
believe is the “oldest known excavated site of large-scale
organized warfare.” As for the picture:
Archaeologists found 120 clay balls at Tell
Hamoukar that were meant to be fired from
slings, as well as 1,200 smaller “bullets.”
Yawn. If you dig such martial stuff, go here to learn more
(New York Times,” Archeologists Unearth a War Zone 5,500
Years Old,” Dec. 16, 2005).
greatgrandpa’s bocce balls
four generations
choose sides
Comments Off on the oldest bocce . . . (never mind)
e-motions
While I’m deciding which attitude to cop today,
here are a few from Tom Painting:
diagnosis
just about everyone
makes her sick
divorced
he finishes
his sentence
headstones
his wife at a loss
for words
my tongue
explores a worn tooth
the snowy hills
“snowflakeSN” “snowflakesN” “snowflakesN”
the flyswatter
hangs from a nail
winter stillness
christmas eve
in the taxi cab
a scent of pine
winter hike
the baby’s breath
warms my neck
“snowflakeSN” Tom Painting,
“the flyswatter,” “winter hike,” “my tongue”
& “my tongue” – chapbook piano practice (Bottle Rocket Press, 2004)
“divorced” – Frogpond XXVII: 2; “diagnosis” – Frogpond XXVIII: 3
“headstones” – hauku canada spring 2005
“christmas eve” – bottle rockets #12
sitting to meditate-
toilet and nose
start to run
waving from the river bank
waving back
cattails
