April 17th, 2006

Anya

[Easter Monday]

Maybe
-Mary Oliver

    Sweet Jesus, talking
      his melancholy madness,
        stood up in the boat
          and the sea lay down,

    silky and sorry.
      So everybody was saved
          that night.
            But you know how it is

    when something
        different crosses
          the threshold—the uncles
              mutter together,

    the women walk away,
      the young brother begins
          to sharpen his knife.
            Nobody knows what the soul is.

    It comes and goes
      like the wind over the water—
          sometimes, for days,
            you don't think of it.

    Maybe, after the sermon,
      after the multitude was fed,
        one or two of them felt
          the soul slip forth

    like a tremor of pure sunlight
      before exhaustion,
          that wants to swallow everything,
            gripped their bones and left them

    miserable and sleepy,
        as they are now, forgetting
          how the wind tore at the sails
              before he rose and talked to it—

    tender and luminous and demanding
      as he always was—
          a thousand times more frightening
            than the killer storm.

from New and Selected Poems, p. 97-98 // from House of Light (1990)




Mardi Gras through Easter Sunday and including Feast Days makes this the 49th different poet in the lent: 2006: daily poetry tag.

My idea had been to use this as a transition into Ordinary Time, but apparently we are in Eastertide for the 50 days until Pentecost and then it's Ordinary Time until Advent.  As far as my posting poetry is concerned, however, it is Ordinary Time.  April is Poetry Month, so I'm sure other people will continue posting, and I have books to finish reading but I'm going to enjoy the freedom from the obligation to select a poem each day.
train

Happy Marathon Day

Terry(?) was concerned about my commute, but it's not like I'm on the parade marathon route.
    http://www.boston.com/marathon/stories/2004/where_to_watch.htm
    http://www.boston.com/sports/marathon/map_interactive/

My commuter rail was much emptier than usual (I had a three-seater all to myself) and my Red Line was about as crowded as usual (I got to sit down after a stop or two).  Coming home, Red Line was per usual and commuter rail was emptier (I scored a single-seater).  Amanda said the buses were running on Saturday schedule, which was frustrating for her.

So quiet today.

UnitHead on Amanda taking care of some life insurance thing of his: "The only reason it has any priority is in case my plane crashes on the way to Ireland."
This made me very much want to go to Ireland for some reason unbeknownst to me.

Also: Easter jellybeans?  I have gotten spoiled like whoa with Jelly Bellys.  They do grow on one, though.  (I've gotta stop consuming so much sugar at work, though.  I think it contributes to my end-of-day crashing.)  Eric actually got Jelly Bellys for Easter (though apparently not the best flavors).

Eric says he's too lazy to grocery shop/cook.  I'm almost too lazy to go out to eat (You want me to select a restaurant?  And then select from a menu?).  Plus of course it pains me to spend money, so going out to eat like he does would be anathema for me.  Buying lunch twice last week was pushing it for me.

Bevy of posts coming... probably tomorrow.  I wanna go run a couple errands and then watch my tape of last week's CSI and Without a Trace.  Have been reminded recently that not only am I fonder of authorial intent than is popular, but I skew away from post-structuralism/post-modernism and towards a belief in absolutes (I am Text Girl, I am Truth Girl, this surprises no one) even while I am so all about complexities and spectrums in many areas.