Chicago Tribune 1-.29.15
Chicago Tribune 1-.29.15
Marianne Moore, writer and baseball fan
(Suggested by post-game broadcasts)
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in
high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because
useful. When they become so derivative as to become
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand: the bat
holding on upside down or in quest of something to
eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf
a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that
flea, the base-
ball fan, the statistician–
nor is it valid
to discriminate against ‘business documents and
school-books’; all these phenomena are important. One must
make a distinction
however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the
result is not poetry,
nor till the poets among us can be
insolence and triviality and can present
for inspection, ‘imaginary gardens with real toads in them’, shall
it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,
the raw material of poetry in
all its rawness and
that which is on the other hand
genuine, you are interested in poetry.
Her baseball poem.
She liked athletics and was a great admirer of Muhammad Ali, for whose spoken-word album I Am the Greatest! she wrote the liner notes. She became known as a baseball fan, first of the Brooklyn Dodgers and then of the New York Yankees. She threw out the ball to open the season at Yankee Stadium in 1968. Wikipedia
Moore was a Dodger fan for most of her life but felt so betrayed by the team’s move to Los Angeles that she switched to the Yankees. source
Spring and Fall: to a Young Child
Margaret, are you grieving
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Not long after I moved in, I was standing in the living room and heard the sound of a barrowful of gravel run down between the inside and outside walls over about 30 seconds. Heard the same thing, more briefly, in the kitchen recently.
One evening, sitting in the living room, I heard faintly, just for a moment, a male and a female voice on the stairs to the second floor. I think.
The event I like best occurred in our upstairs bedroom. Alice was out of town, so I was there alone in the middle of the night when I heard a clear knock-knock in the south wall. Again a knock-knock, a bit to the left of the first. Then the same thing on the east wall.
A few days ago I was sitting in my living room chair when I heard a loud pop on the face of the fireplace 3 feet from my shoulder and saw a flash ! Alice denied throwing a grenade at me.
I’ve felt no fear in any of this, just a kind of wonderment.
Maybe we have a friendly ghost, just staying in touch.
Not usually thought of as a Halloween poem, an old story, The Cremation of Sam McGee, comes to mind, more fun read aloud. VIDEO with introduction and reading.
Video on solar power at source
The 1,800-mile journey from Darwin to Adelaide cuts through the center of Australia, traversing deserts where the sun can bake asphalt to well over 100°F. While these conditions make travel perilous for most drivers, they were perfect forcompetitors in the nation’s solar car race, of which the team from Delft University in the Netherlands won its second victory in a row on Thursday.
Held once every two years, the World Solar Challenge is a friendly testing ground for cars that run on nothing but the sun. The hope is that one day the technology will find its way into consumer products, the BBC reports.
This year more than 40 teams from universities and schools around the world set off from State Square in Darwin on Oct. 18. Five days later, after 37 hours, 56 minutes and 12 seconds of driving, Delft’s Nuon Solar Team’s car Nuna8 was the first to cross the finish line at Victoria Square in Adelaide.
It was a tight race. Nuon’s countrymen from Solar Team Twente and its car Red One joined the revelry just eight minutes later. Japan’s Tokai University took third.
How do you celebrate after five days in the scorching Australian Outback? The orange-clad students jumped in the square’s fountain, naturally.
At my age there is no point in fearing death, but I do fear slipping into dementia or otherwise becoming helpless. I don’t want to live long enough for that to happen. rjn
Full story on DNAinfo.
The video, called “Homesick for Chicago,” uses a drone to capture sweeping views of the city’s beaches and harbors, skyline, busy streets and Lake Michigan. But, it also focuses on people grabbing a hot dog, playing in fire hydrants, enjoying ice cream at Tastee Freez and hanging out in the park.