Wednesday, October 2, 2013

More Notes from the 18th and 19th Centuries and Back to Our Normal Programming

I cope by running to the hills with appropriate poetry. Here's some:

The world is too much with us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers --
Little we see in Nature is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

William Wordsworth
(1770-1850)

And if you're tired of it all, the whole damn mess, I'll take you back to my regular programming. You can even lick the frosting from the bowl -- or my fingers. Take your pick.

First there was this:



Then there was this:


And then, this:


And after, this:


Oh, and finally this:


If you're an old doddering fool, there's this:


5 comments:

  1. Yes. The damn world is too much with us.
    And I would love a cupcake.

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  2. I'd rather eat a cupcake than a congressperson any day.

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  3. Thank you for the dessert; it did cheer me up. There is so much to say and I am not going to say any of it. xoxo

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  4. My Uncle Henry used to quote that poem often. I wish I had one of those cupcakes.

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