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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” ― T.S. Eliot

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A secret passage.

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Zürich in Black and White

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Delmore Schwartz

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Eulogies by Charles Bukowski

after death we exaggerate a person’s good qualities, inflate them.

during life we are often repulsed by that same person while talking to them on the telephone or just being with them in the same room. and we are often critical of the way they walk, talk, dress live believe

but let them die then what creatures they become.

if only at a funeral service somebody would say, “what an odious individual that one was!”

even at my funeral let there be a bit of truth, then the good clean dirt.

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05.10 - Morningstar

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A new poet to explore.

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A throe upon the features- A hurry in the breath - An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" - — Emily Dickinson

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Greed

It's not something that gets much airtime.

But there is a thing called "too much" especially when so much is riding on it -- e.g. the survival of all of humanity.

Personally, I think we should aspire to less (and to be less . . .) and be done with it.

But, like so many things, I fear I'm a lone voice.

Take care,

Julian

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Out with Eddie

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Homecoming by Robert Lowell

Today's poem is from the book Day by Day, which I think was the last published during Lowell's lifetime.

Enjoy.

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Twilight. 5:10 to 5:20 am. 68° F. June 21, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)

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Darkling Summer, Ominous Dusk, Rumorous Rain By Delmore Schwartz

1 A tattering of rain and then the reign Of pour and pouring-down and down, Where in the westward gathered the filming gown Of grey and clouding weakness, and, in the mane Of the light’s glory and the day’s splendor, gold and vain, Vivid, more and more vivid, scarlet, lucid and more luminous, Then came a splatter, a prattle, a blowing rain! And soon the hour was musical and rumorous: A softness of a dripping lipped the isolated houses, A gaunt grey somber softness licked the glass of hours. 2

Again, after a catbird squeaked in the special silence, And clouding vagueness fogged the windowpane And gathered blackness and overcast, the mane Of light’s story and light’s glory surrendered and ended —A pebble—a ring—a ringing on the pane, A blowing and a blowing in: tides of the blue and cold Moods of the great blue bay, and slates of grey Came down upon the land’s great sea, the body of this day —Hardly an atom of silence amid the roar Allowed the voice to form appeal—to call: By kindled light we thought we saw the bronze of fall.

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'North Labrador', by Hart Crane

Wonderful

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Holly Pond at Sunrise. 6:10 to 6:15 a.m. 68° F. June 21, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)

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The Unacknowledged Legislator's Dream by Seamus Heaney

Today's reading is from Heaney's book, North.

Enjoy.