A Kindled Mind
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
The Old Man's Poem
from Tennessee Williams' Night of the Iguana
How calmly does the olive branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair
Some time while light obscures the tree
The zenith of its life will be
Gone past forever
And from thence
A second history will commence
A chronicle no longer gold
A bargaining with mist and mold
And finally the broken stem
The plummeting to earth, and then
And intercourse not well designed
For beings of a golden kind
Whose native green must arch above
The earth's obscene corrupting love
And still the ripe fruit and the branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair
Oh courage! Could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Oh Happy Day!
August 14, 2007...
A day I have waited for since sophomore year in high school...
Click here to find the source of my excitement!