No more phrases, Swenson: I was once
A hunter of those sovereigns of the soul
And savings banks, Fides, the sculptor's prize,
All eyes and size, and galled Justitia,
Trained to poise the tables of the law,
Patientia, forever soothing wounds,
And mighty Fortitudo, frantic bass.
But these shall not adorn my souvenirs,
These lions, these majectic images.
If the fault is with the soul, the sovereigns
Of the soul must likewise be at fault, and first.
If the fault is with the souvenirse, yet these
Are the soul itself. And the whole of the soul, Swenson,
As every man in Sweden will concede,
Still hankers after lions, sent them back
To Monseiur Dufy's Hamburg whence they came.
The vegetation still abounds with forms.
Justitia: the roman goddess of justice
Frogs eat butterflies, snakes eat frogs, hogs eat snakes, men eat hogs
It is true the the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
The breath of turgid summer,and
Heavy with thunders' rattapallax,
That the man who erected this cabin, planted
This field, and tended it awhile,
Knew not the quirks of imagery,
That the hours of his indolent, arid days,
Grotesque with this nosing in banks,
This somnolence and rattapallax,
Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being,
As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves
While they went seaward to the sea-mouths
rattapallax: the sound of thunder
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow rooms
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells;
In truth the prison, into which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnets' scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there,as I have found.
-wordsworth (who else)
sundry: haphazard assortment of different things
The weather is kind of warmish and a bit overcast today. The interzone has burritos with a lot of marinated tofu in them. I like tofu, but I'd pretty much prefer beans in a burrito, generally.
I get a big kick out of my job: I really don't mind it at all. There is something about dishwashing that kind of calms my mind. On the other hand, doing it full time would be a drag, and I didn't go to college for four years to be a dishwasher, so maybe I'll get into day trading or mutual funds or something.
I can really do without that tall building they are building in front of the beanery. It really blocks the sky. I often feel a real sense of peace walking into the beanery and enjoying the quiet atmosphere and sky in that part of town, being a block from the river and all that, so I don't like that new building.
much have I travelled in realms of gold
measuring out my life in coffee spoons
in a litte cow town
cooking up some fried rice
Thursday, June 29, 2006
No more phrases, Swenson: I was once
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
What's the deal with this alligator thing on the lamppost? Is it some resurgence of preppiness in Corvallis?
Here's a picture of my coffee cup. There hasn't been a lot going on. Enjoying the weather, doing the usual biking around, enjoying the lack of traffic. It is kind of a lazy and hot day and I might wander on downtown. I was walking up 12th street from van buren to Taylor today and noticed that there are a few really really nice and beautiful large old trees on that street, and the houses are exceptional, people taking care of their gardens and flowers, all making the effect of a really nice quiet street that is pretty much in the middle of town. So check out 12th street, if you happen to be walking, say, from the library to Fred Meyer, for example.
anyone lived in a pretty corvallis town
with up so many floating bells down
they danced their didn't they went their same
sun moon stars rain
In other news, the town is quiet. I've been walking up Van Buren because it has been so quiet traffic-wise. Usually there are too many cars to enjoy that street, but this evening in particular, there was a nice feeling in the air, etc.
I was thinking, have I always lived in this podunk town? The answer is no. I left for a while, went other places, but now I live here on very little money and tend not to take many trips for that reason. On the other hand, St. Francis didn't take a lot of trips either. When it seems to me that I need some material item, or I need to spend money for anything, I think that if my mind was in the right place, I wouldn't need any of those things. Then again, I am not sure what exactly my goals are at this point besides continuing with the karate and so forth.
But karate is just something I've always done, a great thing, but not something that will pay the bills. On the other hand, I really don't have the ability to get excited about any real-world aspirations, it seems. I have my job, which really doesn't bother me, and the only thing I really have much interest in is the weather, or maybe poetry or something. Thoreau was content to wander around and endlessly chronicle the working of nature. In a way, that could work, but then again Thoreau died young, embittered, and alone.
On the other hand, what is the use of excessive worry? Life happens as it happens. One can only do the right thing given the circumstances of the moment.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 6/22/2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
boys kickin back
laying in the shade
ain't nobody tripping off
the money I already made
the 90's were subjective
2000 for the ballers
the drop top Jag
and a candy-red Impala
If you're selling big G's
keep pushing my n*
hold your horses
I'm a big something getting bigger
I'm Pimp C b*
In the ghetto I'm a star
I made this for the n*'s
trying to chop in their cars
-from "Choppin' Blades", Dirty Money, by UGK-1994
blades: 18" or larger chrome rims that have three propeller like
"Them blades was choppin' up tha block"
Posted by Chris Farrell at 6/16/2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
The land slopes up slowly toward osu, so it is obvious why they put the university there. It is hard to say there is much of a hill, but you are walking slightly uphill all the way from downtown to central campus. Jefferson street is a particularly nice street because of all those nice large leafy trees that are there. It was kind of cloudy this morning but finally got sunny in the late afternoon.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 6/08/2006