Image by Kelly

Intellectual House o' Pancakes Webdiary

hosted by DiaryLand.com

2004-02-12 - 10:52 a.m.

I'm reading Kathleen Norris's The Virgin of Bennington, which, like all of Norris' memoirs, is warm, generous, clear-eyed, quietly funny...Here she's describing her college experience: sheltered, painfully shy girl enters radical, freewheeling envirnoment and finds that instead of becoming a part of that scene, she carves her own little cloister that allows her to enjoy the mess at a distance.


Here's a Richard Hugo poem I've stolen from my friend Ann's site:

from Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg

Isn't this your life? That ancient kiss

still burning out your eyes? Isn't this defeat

so accurate, the church bell simply seems

a pure announcement: ring and no one comes?

Don't empty houses ring? Are magnesium

and scorn sufficient to support a town,

not just Philipsburg, but towns

of towering blondes, good jazz, and booze

the world will never let you have

until the town you came from dies inside?

thoughts? (0 comments so far)

previous - next

blog archive

contact