one word foliage: destination
this is it:
the one we
sought,
the pinnacle,
the slithy toves,
the gimbling gyres,
the towers of babylon:
variable intimates
dusting down
the road,
convivials:
meteor showers
of the fluent
mind, carefully
drawn to the flame,
elegantly tossed
to proclaim.
the one we
sought,
the pinnacle,
the slithy toves,
the gimbling gyres,
the towers of babylon:
variable intimates
dusting down
the road,
convivials:
meteor showers
of the fluent
mind, carefully
drawn to the flame,
elegantly tossed
to proclaim.
Labels: the waters of march
posted by murat11 at 12:04 AM
11 Comments:
What beautifully ambiguous imagery! On the one hand we've made it to the top, the pinnacle the highest destination. But yet, the high peak we sought is a slithy tove, a gimbling gyre, a tower of babylon, a feat of hubris, full of jabberwocks, incurring the wrath of god. but we have pressed on with our band of intimates, kicking up the dust in the road because we have loved the company, enamored by the meteor showers of fluent minds, like moths drawn to the flame of elegantly tossed proclamations when all we really needed were five heartfelt words of blue-collar conviction: "Love wins. Love ALWAYS wins." So simple, so basic, so down-to-earth.
Nice dove-tailing, Teresa: we're still going for the gold on these for now: keep your spirits up, O meteoric amiga.
Oh my spirits are up, and going for the gold, but I still think love trumps the pinnacles of intellectual heights. Just reminding myself that pride goeth before fall, but that love never fails and is never puffed up. Gotta be in an "educable" state of mind before school starts, especially when I am older than many of my teachers... There is a lot I can learn from them, but my heart has to be right, and I can't rest on my laurels and previous experiences.
I'd like to think I could believe at least six impossible things before breakfast. A meteor shower of ideas in the space of ones mind - the inner space. Makes me think of The Lord of the Dance. I'm sleepy rambling here. Nice to think on as I drift off.
Teresa: And hopefully, as good teachers, they welcome what you bring and what they can learn from you as well. Or, failing that, that they are just so damned compelling that it doesn't matter.
Sister Dee: I like to think that you ARE six impossible things before any meal. It's just one of the things your readers love about you.
I'll take compelling any day, but it might be hard. I had 4/4 compelling profs (who might also have learned a wee bit from me) last semester. The odds are against me this semester, so I must prepare my heart... :)
Teresa: Here's to making it 8/8...
I suspect more than a wee bit...
I have to say that I was most pleasantly surprised at the quality of the profs at the second-tier state school which I am attending. True gems of professorship, who in many ways surpass the profs at Georgetown for my undergrad. I suspect because they work at the school with a mission to teach.
Of course, two of them this semester are repeats from last semester, so I've already stacked the deck, but I'm just hoping on the other two. It would be terrific if I can get through 2 years with a full slate of amazing professors!
T: Shamans - good teachers - must ever be found in all the nooks and crannies.
And all the tiers...
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