Thursday, September 21, 2006

slow/fast

Slow days on the po-blogosphere, it seems – at least from where I'm crouching. The real standouts in my limited surfing time are the steady stream of wonderful nuggets from Jonathan Mayhew's Bemsha Swing & the continuous paratactic splendor of John Latta's Isola di Rifiuti. Why waste your time here?
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Splendidly unchurched students in my Bible-as-lit course this Fall.
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Trivia from Antonia Fraser's biography of Cromwell: Sigmund Freud named one of his sons "Oliver" in honor of Old Noll's efforts on behalf of letting the Jews back into England.
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Best couplet from the first half of the 17th c.: the opening of Andrew Marvell's "Tom May's Death," satirical account of the journey into the underworld of the poetaster May, one of the least talented of the "Sons of Ben [Jonson]" (who appears to have died after a drinking bout):
As one put drunk into the packet-boat,
Tom May was hurried hence and did not know't.
Bastard Ashbery's already taken the 1st line for a title.

2 comments:

Pam said...

Sorry if this is a double, I've never blogged you before. I just want to say that I wish I could have joined your "unchurched" bible as lit class. If only I could have found the time...right now, I'm writing boring corporate newsletters. This "day job" has turned into an all-night job. It was good to see you today. Now that I'm not in your class, I have no ulterior motive and can tell you how brilliant I think you are.

Pam said...

Hmmm, seems that the splash of Vodka I had at 2 a.m. (to help me be creative as I wrote those boring newsletters) had a gushing affect. Perfect for newsletter writing, perhaps, maybe not-so-perfect for blogging. I'm blushing.