Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from it more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing Gratia Dei sum quod sum. (John Updike, Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, 1989, Ch. 6)
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Webring??
I must confess I'm not enough of a techno-geek to have much of an idea what the foregoing entry means. What I was trying to do was to get this modest enterprise included in a ring of Pennsylvania anthracite coal region websites, mostly for the shameless purpose of promoting my new novel, but also to keep in touch with like-minded authors and readers in this rather arcane (to put it mildly) field.
Well, while I'm at it, I wish all my faithful readers the happiest of Christmases (I know the ACLU hates this word, but screw them, this is MY blog) and a tranquil and prosperous new year. Here's a little present, from the heart:
SUNSET, WINTER SOLSTICE
Slanting sunlight streams through crystal ether
Then beams upon my pendant prism
From where it touches the smoky ridge
In the west. On impact it
Fractures!
Into all its bits and pieces, as if to replace in part
Colors autumn has leached from the landscape.
If this sight were sound, I imagine,
I would hear the
Ting!
Of cut glass struck,
Or a soprano silver chime.
Before the sudden darkness
We seize and carry the sky's flame,
A million points of light,
Flame and fire, candles, incense,
Into the back of the cave:
Chanting, we come in together from the starlit cold.
And so we grasp the darkest time of year
And boldly, stubbornly, make it bright.
Best wishes to all my friends for a productive and lyrical 2008!
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