Remember when we were encouraged to make use of the time we have, and that from the 17th century? Here we have some more recent thoughts about time – or about forever.
Monthly Archives: August 2016
What You’re Looking For
Orbit Saturn
As August draws to a close, a proper tiki drink seems like a good idea. Now, this one’s a bit different, not being rum-based, but, it is a blended drink, with fruit flavors, falernum, and orgeat, so it is right at home in the tiki theme.
I moved among your fingers
Well, now.
The Raiment We Put On
Do you remember? We were in a room
With walls as warm as anybody’s breath,
And music wove us on its patterning loom,
The complicated loom of life and death.
Your hands moved over my face like small clouds.
(Rain fell into a river and sank, somewhere.)
I moved among your fingers, brushed by the small crowds
Of them, feeling myself known, everywhere,
And in that desperate country so far from here,
I heard you say my name over and over,
Your voice threading its way into my ear.
I will spend my days working to discover
The pattern and its meaning, what you meant,
What has been raveled and what has been rent.
(Kelly Cherry)
Tip Your Derby to a Derby
It’s one of the least appreciated cocktail ingredients out there, as far as I can tell: Bénédictine. Most of the time you won’t even see it on its own, but sold pre-mixed with brandy as B&B. Now, the idea of B&B is to use brandy to reduce the sweetness of the herbal liqueur, and generally I can understand that. But everything else gets adjustments like that when it gets used, so why not Bénédictine?
A Fuller Understanding on The Other Side of Sex
Your humble host has hinted at the deeper meaning of things, that sex is not the end, the goal, but rather the leap off the starting block.
Poet Sharon Olds has done it beautifully, and briefly, and better than I by a long shot. Not that I won’t delve into the topic again in prose, but her poetry summarizes so much and so well that I have to show it to you.
Brazil’s National Drink
The caipirinha is, famously, the national drink of Brazil, and the Olympic festivities seem like just the right time to introduce it to the Garden.
This Happens
A little while ago we looked at a poetic suggestion by a Mr. Cavafy. Here, below, he tells a little tale of sudden attraction and subtle flirtation. It shows much of what we’ve discussed here before, and more.
I should maybe point out that C.P. Cavafy was a Greek poet, and his work either attracts very good translators or very naturally comes across well when brought to English. In any case, the loss of whatever meter and rhyme it began with doesn’t do any harm to a beautiful, insightful story.
Carpe Diem – Poetically
It seems a pointless tragedy to waste time not loving. When you start looking, the number of poems and songs written to that effect is pretty startling.
And it’s not a new thing.