No chapter today, or maybe I will record and post it later. I am in a pokey mood.
I am attempting to propagate my rose. I read all of the instructions online about how to do it and then promptly went and did something else. Then I decided that I will do another set that is step-by-step as instructed just to see which works better. Why? Because I am like that.
But seriously, the end-of-season discount rose bush from home depot is just almost sinful in its blooming glory. It is just amazing to see.
And the Mad Kitten loves the roses. I bring her the blossoms when I deadhead them and she lays on the floor and just puts her head on top of them and zones out. The Mad Kitten who is beginning to respond to her alternate names of “the teapot turkey” and “thunder paws.” I forgot the sheer joy she has at running up and down the stairs of the cave.
But what a difference…Sunday morning and I am making coffee not just because I would like more, but that I need the grounds for the soil. The roses are outside, MK is wandering in and out and I…went to Salvation Army yesterday and bought two books. One of which sent me scrambling on line to Project Gutenberg to download as many ebooks as I could on this poet…Pindar.
He is one of the BIG ONES. You know, the top 9 of classical poets (or 7 or 6 I don’t remember) and yet, no one reads him. Firstly because alot of his work exists only in scraps quoted by other poets but also because of the form and style that he uses. He is called…allusive and without a knowledge of the Hellenic culture (ebook #32) you miss half of what he is talking about. Which is fine, I think all of us write that way on occasion. But he specialized in the Ode, whether it be celebration or elegy that was his form. The majority of his surviving work consists of celebratory odes which are downright monotonous in their praising of various people, victories and so on but it is the manner in which he constructs and patterns his phrases that weave in a commentary on society and culture that make him so very respected.
I am just discovering him but already am fast at work taking notes about how he constructs things – so broadly and then zeros in for a specific, allusions that like a Pixar film can be missed by half the audience without them missing the story (but caught by the other half and reveals an actual social commentary).
“Her words fell on good soil and fruited richly.”
“Yet even if a man is fortunate and comely beyond his fellows
and winning first place in the games has proved his strength,
let him remember that the limbs he clothes are mortal
and that in the end he will put on a garland of earth.”
it is sunday, ergo, I have no interest in doing any work but am puttering with roses and fooling with mad kittens and waiting for the chime of the bell that marks the start of the writer’s group where I go to sit and disappear into the city.
Hopefully, by the end of this week the cave will return to me my writing time.
I do believe that will be true.
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