Wednesday, September 02, 2009

one word monk: cigarette

riverside torso
nightwanderings after
patsy knew this
it takes a crazy
to weather
the deepest dark
anvils pounding
in rhyme. doors
may slam
follow or
not, envision
the round
the bend, if
you dare,
you care.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

yeah...just yeah.
loved how your tag became an extension..

6:52 AM  
Blogger jsd said...

ah, there's a smooth heavy beauty to this

8:15 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Monk always had the best cigarette pose.

jsd: I think I was feeling my way through just what you said...

10:21 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

"envision the round the bend, if you dare, if you care..." quite marvelous. Unfortunately, no time for full-scale exegesis. Maybe tonight after class if the internet at home is functioning properly.

1:26 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Yo, Sister T: Exegesis is a fulltime gig - ain't no time for skerl and work and families and suchlike!

2:05 PM  
Blogger anno said...

I liked the heavy smoke of Monk curling around Patsy Cline and her wanderings, right down to the end tag flip. Don't think I've ever seen such a pairing before, but now I'm wondering why.

3:00 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Methinks Patsy and Monk wouldn't be too much of a stretch. Patsy fell in right away, and then I thought of Monk's pic: I drew a version of it over thirty years ago - still at the Folks' house.

7:33 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, this week we're trying to reinstate classes for students affected by the budget cuts. Just another way to save the world, I guess. I just got an e-mail from my boss and we got several required science classes reinstated, so at least some students won't have their graduations delayed.

Unfortunately, that doesn't leave as much time or brain power for tesseract exegesis. Although I did apply the tesseract principles to my Literary Criticism research homework to relate Pope's Essay on Criticism with Abram's Orientation of Critical Theories.

12:25 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Invoking Pope is liable to make you lose your footing: be careful of them gaps.

5:29 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Got an A-. This professor be cool. He was grinning at me the whole class period. My thesis advisor was shocked.

11:14 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I guess I also should have said, those were our two readings for the first week. We were supposed to respond to one or the other, but for an A, we needed to figure out why the professor assigned both for our introductory unit. The only way to get an A is to dance along the tesseract.

11:15 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Glad your summer training is paying off for the fall tesseracting marathons.

Read out of context, that first comment is a bit spooky: was your advisor shocked at the A- or at the professor's grinning at you the whole time? :-D

5:46 AM  
Anonymous Teresa said...

Shocked at the A-. She told me with this professor, I should not worry if I got a B or a B+. I didn't tell her the prof was grinning at me the whole time. She is a staunch old feminist and might have taken him to task for it. That could have ruined things for me. (I'll fight my own battles, thank you!) It was a grin and not a leer, too. It got broader when he went around asking who had read other works by Pope. I was one of two, and the only one who had read Pope's translation of the Iliad in its entirety outside of a class. I decided not to share that I had been reading it to my kids as part of our "lunchtime literature" in 6th grade in our home school. It might have freaked out the other students if the guy had gotten up and done a "Snoopy dance."

10:19 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: I hate to think of the dance he'll do when you come up with your next straight up A.

11:13 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Hard to say. he's German; maybe it will be a Viennese waltz.

12:40 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Grinning Teuton? Polka.

5:05 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I thought of that as soon as I pushed the post button. Although the family I stayed with in Ludwigsburg, Germany when I was an exchange student in my misbegotten youth (I celebrated my 16th birthday in their home) was extremely partial to the Viennese waltz. they sent me to dance school with their boy, Tobi, and since he was in the advanced class, they rolled up the rugs every evening for two weeks to teach me ball room dancing. I can't cha cha, jive, fox trot, or waltz without counting the beat in German. But the Viennese waltz was the best. The mom and dad would dance and Tobi and I would dance going around and around their living room faster and faster until we were red in the face and breathless and laughing. Tobi and I would always crash into the parents because we got so dizzy we couldn't steer. We did manage to get it together before the dance classes started, though. We were one of the star couples, but I couldn't dance with anyone else very well because they still didn't know how to lead, and I wasn't used to their ideosyncracies, nor did I really know all the steps.

6:21 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: You have certainly been a linguistic dancer in many languages. I think you sidestepped my horoscope query months ago: you've got Sagitarrian written all over you, with the traveling bug, the philosopher, the teacher. Same as Walden.

7:37 PM  

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