Trying To Flee. Revisiting “Just visiting, thank you.” (April 1, 2019) Oh, And Happy National Poetry Month! Really (April 1, 2024)
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K “Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters!”
J “One thing is for sure. The five long winters have surely been long winters.”
K “The five summers sure have been short summers.”
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K “Still have not finished machining the last part. Another supply chain problem.”
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[See the e-commentary at “Just visiting, thank you.” (April 1, 2019), The Möbius Loop Of Stupidity, Dishonesty, Hypocrisy, Incompetence, Indifference, Arrogance, . . . Oh, And Happy Thanksgiving! (November 25, 2019), On Friendship Today: Flat, Fried, Frayed, Frazzled, Frozen, Fractured, Fissured, Fatigued, Finished? Oh, And Happy Thanksgiving! (November 20, 2023) and Graduation Advice: Transcend: Maintain FL 44; Make A Few Discrete Dives And Diversions To TPA (Traffic Pattern Altitude) (May 16, 2022).]
Bumper stickers of the week:
If you have nothing better to do, why not celebrate National Poetry Month? Or just give it a week.
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These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man’s life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love.
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Bill Wordsworth, “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey”
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.” Henry D. Thoreau
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