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Poetry: The Sunlight on the Garden by Louis MacNeice

The Sunlight on the Garden
by Louis MacNeice

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

Listen to my reading of "The Sunlight on the Garden" below:

Experiment: Predicting and Remembering II

Last week I started an experiment to play with memory and predictions. I was curious about how much I could remember and how certain I was about my immediate future.

I wrote hours onto pieces of papers and placed them into a bowl and everyday I picked out a time at random. My experiment for Monday brought the realization that I had not been very aware of my actions on Sunday. I couldn't tell exactly what I did during the hour I had  picked out, except to generalize.  With this information, I tried to make Tuesday more memorable so I could remember more of it. On Wednesday I was a little bit  more successful in remembering, however the present kept interfering. Looking back started feeling strange when I would wonder what I had done, at say, 8am of every day of my life. Time started feeling incomprehensible. Like some sort of spell. How is it that I could occupy a period so fully just for it to become something vague in my mind the next moment? Is time mostly consciousness? A coll…

Poetry: Embrace by Billy Collins

by Billy Collins

You know the parlor trick.
Wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you,
her hands grasping your shirt,
her fingernails teasing your neck.

From the front it is another story.
You never looked so alone,
your crossed elbows and screwy grin.
You could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you for a straightjacket,
one that would hold you really tight.


Listen to a reading of "Embrace" below:

Experiment: Remembering and Predicting

What were you doing yesterday at say 4:30pm? What will you be doing tomorrow at the same time? Here is a neat experiment. This week I will be writing onto pieces of papers whole hours and their half pasts. At the end of each day, I will pick up a piece of folded paper with a time and try to remember what I was doing at that time the previous day, and what I think I will be doing at the same time in the future.

The purpose of this experiment is to become observant of how I spend my time, to be conscious of the moments.  I think this will prove to me a little or a lot of my ignorance. Not only of myself but of my surroundings.

If you try this experiment and wishes to share kindly write me via email or leave a comment and let me know how it went. Thank you.

Have a blast!

Poetry: Poem by Joshua Clover

by Joshua Clover

We are bored in the city, there is no longer any temple of the sun!
How many times have you walked at evening, Taxi Street to Rue No Fun,
Past the post office steps where lovers sprawled like sensual corpses intend us
To see Zone as one lost, city of haphazard marvels and haciendas?
Ahh, they are dreaming of dreaming, as poems do.  They are made of poppies,
As all lovers have been shown to be; they are made of paper, like philosophy.
Here's an example: "Words are the shadows thrown by ideas, pure surface—
Nothing affixes them to the page but their indolent desire to be seen twice,
Otherwise they would lift from the sheaves of lonely monks and the languors
Of lonely wives, umber wings blurring into evening blur." The danger
Of philosophy is that the mayor is weeping over Love Will Tear Us Apart
(The last chapter where Aglaya gets it) in his disheveled terrace apartment
And having a better time.  And look! Here are Aglaya and the lovelorned

My Visit to Etsy

Etsy's annual Craft Party is set for this Friday, June 6th from 5pm - 8:30pm! I will be attending the one at DUMBO. To help set the party in swing, there was a little pre-party event hosted at the Etsy Headquarters and I had the good fortune to be invited to it with Erin, Corey and Julie! Katie, our very cool host, gave us a tour of the place.  Since I brought Karma with me, I got a few pictures!
The photo booth coughed out this excellent mistake. I zoomed in on the food and stayed zoomed in on the food. We all had a lot of fun and I had more cookies than anyone. I made sure to sit closest to the food. Amazing chandelier. She who took the amazing pictures of us. I am still thinking on this cycle thingie...what is it called? Well, there is enough to look at. Now where to start?
Yes! Let's all do this. Please, please... From the Etsy Museum. I want lace to come out of my ears. Ingenious, yes? Yes. This makes me want to hug someone. If you're reading this, I am sending virtu…