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For a moment, it didn't even register until I saw [livejournal.com profile] zinke's post, but... wow, it's been nine years. Nine whole years, and so much has changed and so much has remained the same.

Today, the sky is a perfect blue, the trees are still vividly green and full of leaves, and the sun seems to shine on everything... It's so beautiful to see so much life continuing and growing even out of the ashes of tragedy, and as [livejournal.com profile] zinke worded it so perfectly - it IS hopeful.

HUM by Ann Lauterbach

The days are beautiful. )

Found here.

When we studied it at university, there were so many technical things that came up, her use of contrast, the double line stanza that resembled two towers... but my personal hope was to see exactly how beautiful those days can still be, and how much life can still rise up from it, so here it is: The days are still beautiful, and there's still so much life to come.
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ich kehrte gern zuruck,
denn bleb ich auch lebendige Zeit,
ich hatte wenig Gluck.
    - Gerhard Scholem, "Gruss vom Angelus"

His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catstrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

                  ~ Walter Benjamin, IX "Theses on the Philosophy of History", Illuminations


So... I've been constantly in and out. It's a bit crazy [the relatively good kind though] around here. Apartment searching is... difficult. *HUGS* I hope you are all well.
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This woman is wonderful. I'm so grateful to my professor for organizing the poetry reading; this woman is just amazing to meet and see in person. Anyway, the last from Susan Howe's "Chair" series excerpt in my book:


To the Compiler of Memories



Frequent exposure to night air

An inattention to the necessity

of changing damp clothes



Sweet affliction sweet affliction

Singing as I wade to heaven

 
 
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"The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, to be surprised out of our propriety, to lose our sempiternal memory and to do something without knowing how or why; in short to draw a new circle. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. The way of life is wonderful; it is by abandonment" (E1 321).

~Emerson as quoted by Susan Howe in "These Flames and Generations of the Heart: Emily Dickinson and the Illogic of Sumptuary Values"
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I'm going to Florida tomorrow with my other senior friends so I'm going to gone the rest of the week, so I thought, whatever... one last entry.

Oh, my nine year old sister wrote this poem and gave it to me. I thought that it was adorable and better than my own. (^^)"

You cannot buy love and happiness. You need to find love and happiness always .You sing to find love but you cannot find it you dance to get happiness but you cannot find it. You always need to remember that love and happiness comes from your heart because that was where did not look.

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