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guppiecatSometimes I drive for work, which means that I often bounce between listening to the radio, listening to CDs/MP3s and listening to podcasts and lectures. I'm back on a Teaching Company lecture kick these days. I made it all the way through the Roman Emperors (Augustus through Constantine), bailed on the history of the crusades (the fall of Byzantium is, apparently, boring*), bailed on a brief diversion back into audio books because David Foster Wallace is a pretentious asshole and have landed on English Romantic Poetry.
* I may lack the historical context to understand the fall of Byzantium and need to listen to another lecture set between Rome and the Crusades.
I have, in the past, had a hard time with poetry. I found my "literature appreciation" classes in college to be far more about "guess what the teacher is thinking" than "discuss how this work could affect your life". Poetry classes were, by far, the worst. I had hoped that as I grew older, I'd start to 'get' it better. After all, in my late 20's, I developed an appreciation for Psychology and Economics. My early 30's helped me appreciate History and Sociology. I thought maybe I'd be ready for poetry.
Nope.
I appreciate the poets' lives. I appreciate their mastery of language. I appreciate their place within the evolving historical and social context... but their work... not so much. (Except for Keats. I still like Keats.)
So what does this mean? It means that I went to the Milwaukee Zoo in late 2011. Here's the set.
Here's one of my favorites:
And here are birds misunderstanding William Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey'
Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters!
Peacock - "Poetry is fundamentally about introspection. Wordsworth, at the age of five, is a quarter of the way through his life and has begun to question its meaning."
and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur. Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Swan - "Cliffs represent useless vertical space that bridge the safety of the nest and young family from that of the water, the location of comfort and the growing family."
That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "The 'landscape', being a location only visited for reasons of rest, is but a brief pause in life. The true meaning is found in the quiet of the sky."
The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses.
Flamingo - "The season when the fruit is unripe is the calmest period of the year. When fruit does not yet exist, and all is flower, it is often cold and life consists of naught but keeping the eggs warm. After the fruit is ripe, it begins to fall and can endanger the flock."
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
White Bellied Stork (Ciconia abdimii) - "This is a reference to Shakespeare's 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. As a blind man must adjust to life through other senses, the absence of beauty requires the investigation into other qualities such as feather texture and the taste of share food."
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "When faced with loneliness in the face of the joy of others, you should lose one's self in the moment, in sensation and physical joy."
And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love.
Red-legged Honeycreeper (Cyanerpes cyaneus) - "As you look back at your life, much that you've done will not be remembered, but there will be an echo of feelings from your life with other, building nests, sharing food, teaching the young to fly. This is what matters."
Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened:
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "Life is movement. Life is flight. In the leaping and the gliding is a level of awareness beyond the mundane. It cannot be captured. It is fluid and unknowable."
—that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Flamingo - "When you are calm, when the breeding season and its associated battles is over, you can be guided by emotions instead of the rough hubbub of the flock"
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Raptor - "Despite Wordsworth's human-centric focus here, is it nonetheless true that when quietly gliding in the sky, in harmony with all around, one can see both further and wider. You can see the life in the forests and fields. You can see the grasses. You can see the mice. You can feed the blood and the corporeal frame."
If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft—In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart—How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
African Spoonbill (Platalea alba) - "When I'm sad, nature is neat." (Spoonbills are simple folk.)
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Peacock - "Here, Wordsworth realizes that five isn't really all that old and he has a good ten to fifteen years left in which to experience joy."
And so I dare to hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first I came among these hills; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved.
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "A mammal-centric perspective of course, but if we forgive the author for his failings, it is clear flying happens in two directions. You can fly away from danger. However, if you first fly towards what you love, you can build a nest and then when you fly from danger, you do so to pull the danger from the nest."
For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "Extremely human-centric here, Wordsworth draws a distinction between himself and everyone else. However, historical context must be taken into account. This poem was published in 1798 and Darwin didn't publish The Origin of Species until 1859."
I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "Cataract refers to a waterfall, and explores the importance of freeing one's self from being landlocked on the mountain and trapped in the forest and simply letting one's self be one with the water"
That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Northern Bald Ibis (Geronticus eremita) - "You get old. You die. You become food. So it goes."
Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence.
Sunbittern (Eurypyga helias) - "There are tradeoffs in life. To experience joy, one must risk the loss that experience. It all works out in the end."
For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "As you get older, you understand more of what you experience. Humans, however, don't hear as well. Their songs are limited and sad, so they have to use outside forces to add power to their music."
And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air,
Red-billed hornbill (Tockus erthrorhynchus) - "Life has layers. You feed on the ground. You nest in a trunk. You fly above the trees. But, above that still, there is another layer that you cannot reach, but you can see."
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,
Flamingo - "Despite it all, it's still worth appreciating the world we find ourselves in."
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Mandarin Duck (Aix galericulata) - "As much as nature is important, individuals matter more. In this case, Wordsworth (as will become evident soon) is referring to his sister.)
Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend;
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "Rivers are vital. As water seeks its own level, it provides a way to level out differences between others and is, therefore, a cause of fairness in the world."
and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister!
Cape Thick-knee (Burhinus capensis) - "Siblings are important. They are like you, but not you, and provide a mirror in which to see yourself."
and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
African Spoonbill (Platalea alba) - "Life will be fine."
Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee: and, in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies;
Swan - "Enjoy life while you can and when you can't, remember it fondly."
oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance— If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence—wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together;
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "Here, Wordsworth gets a little carried away with himself. It was likely a time of changing winds and he was feeling the pressure to make his feelings known before they started the long and dangerous journey to the South to avoid the Winter."
and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love—oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "You can love in multiple ways, and different loves have different temperatures. The temperature of love can, in some cases, affect the sex of the embryo in the egg. While Wordsworth was addressing this poem to his sister and incest was taboo in England at the time of this writing, one must consider the social ramifications of such a direct reference here. At 28, Wordsworth was still in his radical years and this phrase was likely added to the poem to shock the audiences of the time."
That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Cape Thick-knee (Burhinus capensis) - "Basically here, Wordsworth is saying that all the time he spent wandering about benefited himself and his sister. I have some doubt that his sister felt the same way."
* I may lack the historical context to understand the fall of Byzantium and need to listen to another lecture set between Rome and the Crusades.
I have, in the past, had a hard time with poetry. I found my "literature appreciation" classes in college to be far more about "guess what the teacher is thinking" than "discuss how this work could affect your life". Poetry classes were, by far, the worst. I had hoped that as I grew older, I'd start to 'get' it better. After all, in my late 20's, I developed an appreciation for Psychology and Economics. My early 30's helped me appreciate History and Sociology. I thought maybe I'd be ready for poetry.
Nope.
I appreciate the poets' lives. I appreciate their mastery of language. I appreciate their place within the evolving historical and social context... but their work... not so much. (Except for Keats. I still like Keats.)
So what does this mean? It means that I went to the Milwaukee Zoo in late 2011. Here's the set.
Here's one of my favorites:
And here are birds misunderstanding William Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey'
Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters!
Peacock - "Poetry is fundamentally about introspection. Wordsworth, at the age of five, is a quarter of the way through his life and has begun to question its meaning."
and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur. Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Swan - "Cliffs represent useless vertical space that bridge the safety of the nest and young family from that of the water, the location of comfort and the growing family."
That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "The 'landscape', being a location only visited for reasons of rest, is but a brief pause in life. The true meaning is found in the quiet of the sky."
The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses.
Flamingo - "The season when the fruit is unripe is the calmest period of the year. When fruit does not yet exist, and all is flower, it is often cold and life consists of naught but keeping the eggs warm. After the fruit is ripe, it begins to fall and can endanger the flock."
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
White Bellied Stork (Ciconia abdimii) - "This is a reference to Shakespeare's 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. As a blind man must adjust to life through other senses, the absence of beauty requires the investigation into other qualities such as feather texture and the taste of share food."
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "When faced with loneliness in the face of the joy of others, you should lose one's self in the moment, in sensation and physical joy."
And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love.
Red-legged Honeycreeper (Cyanerpes cyaneus) - "As you look back at your life, much that you've done will not be remembered, but there will be an echo of feelings from your life with other, building nests, sharing food, teaching the young to fly. This is what matters."
Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened:
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "Life is movement. Life is flight. In the leaping and the gliding is a level of awareness beyond the mundane. It cannot be captured. It is fluid and unknowable."
—that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Flamingo - "When you are calm, when the breeding season and its associated battles is over, you can be guided by emotions instead of the rough hubbub of the flock"
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Raptor - "Despite Wordsworth's human-centric focus here, is it nonetheless true that when quietly gliding in the sky, in harmony with all around, one can see both further and wider. You can see the life in the forests and fields. You can see the grasses. You can see the mice. You can feed the blood and the corporeal frame."
If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft—In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart—How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
African Spoonbill (Platalea alba) - "When I'm sad, nature is neat." (Spoonbills are simple folk.)
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Peacock - "Here, Wordsworth realizes that five isn't really all that old and he has a good ten to fifteen years left in which to experience joy."
And so I dare to hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first I came among these hills; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved.
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "A mammal-centric perspective of course, but if we forgive the author for his failings, it is clear flying happens in two directions. You can fly away from danger. However, if you first fly towards what you love, you can build a nest and then when you fly from danger, you do so to pull the danger from the nest."
For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "Extremely human-centric here, Wordsworth draws a distinction between himself and everyone else. However, historical context must be taken into account. This poem was published in 1798 and Darwin didn't publish The Origin of Species until 1859."
I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "Cataract refers to a waterfall, and explores the importance of freeing one's self from being landlocked on the mountain and trapped in the forest and simply letting one's self be one with the water"
That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Northern Bald Ibis (Geronticus eremita) - "You get old. You die. You become food. So it goes."
Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence.
Sunbittern (Eurypyga helias) - "There are tradeoffs in life. To experience joy, one must risk the loss that experience. It all works out in the end."
For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "As you get older, you understand more of what you experience. Humans, however, don't hear as well. Their songs are limited and sad, so they have to use outside forces to add power to their music."
And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air,
Red-billed hornbill (Tockus erthrorhynchus) - "Life has layers. You feed on the ground. You nest in a trunk. You fly above the trees. But, above that still, there is another layer that you cannot reach, but you can see."
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,
Flamingo - "Despite it all, it's still worth appreciating the world we find ourselves in."
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Mandarin Duck (Aix galericulata) - "As much as nature is important, individuals matter more. In this case, Wordsworth (as will become evident soon) is referring to his sister.)
Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend;
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "Rivers are vital. As water seeks its own level, it provides a way to level out differences between others and is, therefore, a cause of fairness in the world."
and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister!
Cape Thick-knee (Burhinus capensis) - "Siblings are important. They are like you, but not you, and provide a mirror in which to see yourself."
and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
African Spoonbill (Platalea alba) - "Life will be fine."
Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee: and, in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies;
Swan - "Enjoy life while you can and when you can't, remember it fondly."
oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance— If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence—wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together;
Bearded barbet (Lybius dubius) - "Here, Wordsworth gets a little carried away with himself. It was likely a time of changing winds and he was feeling the pressure to make his feelings known before they started the long and dangerous journey to the South to avoid the Winter."
and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love—oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,
Hooded Merganser (Mergus cucullatus) - "You can love in multiple ways, and different loves have different temperatures. The temperature of love can, in some cases, affect the sex of the embryo in the egg. While Wordsworth was addressing this poem to his sister and incest was taboo in England at the time of this writing, one must consider the social ramifications of such a direct reference here. At 28, Wordsworth was still in his radical years and this phrase was likely added to the poem to shock the audiences of the time."
That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Cape Thick-knee (Burhinus capensis) - "Basically here, Wordsworth is saying that all the time he spent wandering about benefited himself and his sister. I have some doubt that his sister felt the same way."
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I was taking a bath
Date: 2013-01-29 04:48 pm (UTC)Re: I was taking a bath
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Date: 2013-01-29 07:19 pm (UTC)Also, the photos are amazing.
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Date: 2013-01-29 08:49 pm (UTC)What was interesting was that I found myself appreciating the poem a lot more as I picked it apart. I still wouldn't say that I "like" Wordsworth, but I do seem to like picking apart poems and thinking about bird-life.
an apropos poem
Date: 2013-01-29 07:21 pm (UTC)by Charles Bukowski
with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can't read each other's
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in different
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can't use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.
Re: an apropos poem
Date: 2013-01-29 08:50 pm (UTC)I like it when people refuse to take the genre seriously.
Re: an apropos poem
Date: 2013-01-29 10:01 pm (UTC)cats and you and me
by Charles Bukowski
the Egyptians loved the cat
were often entombed with it
instead of with the child
and never with the dog.
and now
here
good people with
the souls of cats
are very few
yet here and now many
fine cats
with great style
lounge about
in the alleys of
the universe.
about
our argument tonight
whatever it was
about
and
no matter
how unhappy
it made us
feel
remember that
there is a
cat
somewhere
adjusting to the
space of itself
with a calm
and delightful
ease.
in other words
magic persists with
or without us
no matter how
we may try to
destroy it
and I would
destroy the last chance for
myself
that this might always
continue.
Re: an apropos poem
Date: 2013-01-29 11:01 pm (UTC)One of my favorites is Brian Andreas.
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Date: 2013-01-29 10:12 pm (UTC)There are six poets in this lecture series, so I might do one "classic" poem for each. That'd help me actually get into the poem and it'd also get me through more photo posts.
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Date: 2013-01-30 01:08 am (UTC)I loved this set and the companion poetry. Excellent work!