Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Three

So I spent all day yesterday working on potty-training Alex. We had almost zero success, went through six pairs of underwear, 17 rags and half a bottle of Windex. I think we’ll keep trying today, but it just sounds exhausting.
On a more literary note (not that Homer didn’t need to be potty-trained…) it seems that [...]

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Two

I’ve got one hundred pages left in The Iliad and all of The Odyssey. I’ve really never understood those that find these works hard to follow. I mean yeah, they are long, and the structure is not straightforward, but still, just getting into the rhythm of the poetry doesn’t take too long and all the [...]

Day Two Hundred and Forty Eight

A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson Page: 147 Finished
Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster Page: 223 Finished
The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann Page: 151
I’m a bit tired tonight but I wanted to post a bit about books since I haven’t been doing that very much lately.
I loved Jean Webster’s little novel. It [...]

Day One Hundred and Seventy-Two

The Aeneid by Virgil Page: 483
Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu Page: 695
I don’t know if I should get credit for reading all those pages in Virgil because I just skimmed the 10 or so with the brief glossary. Oh well. Rich and amazing, Virgil has whetted my appetite for Homer. I haven’t ordered copies [...]

Day One Hundred and Seventy

The Aeneid Page: 311
It is a nearly inexpressible pleasure to read Virgil after slogging through Beckett. The crisp, impetuous swift poetry after the sluggish, plodding mush. I feel like I stepped out of a dank and smelly sickroom into a crisp, bracing winter morning. Here is purpose, drama, heroics. Here are quick deeds performed for [...]

Day One Hundred and Forty-One

The Everyman Anthology of Poetry for Children Page: 379
Brideshead Revisited  Page: 315
I must confess, I’m a bit shocked. It is mis-titled and mis-intended. A poem about wanting to crawl back into the womb? For children? A line in a poem that says we might as well suck at a dug? For kids? Really? I don’t [...]

Day One Hundred and Thirty-Nine

The Everyman Anthology of Poetry for Children Page: 175
I never read much poetry either growing up or in school and for awhile I imagined that I didn’t like poetry. I think starting back at the basics (with children’s poetry) is a good strategy for those of you in my boat. Strongly cadenced, pleasantly rhyming poems [...]

Day One Hundred and Three

The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli Page: 178 Finished
Marriage Poems John Hollander Page: 255 Finished
I’m going bald. My hair is falling out at an incredible rate. The drain trap in the shower is completely full before I’m halfway through my daily ablutions. All day I’m picking hairs off myself and the boys. Never having had thick [...]

Day Seventy-Six

Canterbury Tales Page: 258
Today was one of the most frustrating I’ve experienced. Every attempt to read was thwarted; ditto attempts to nap. John was a sweetheart and offered to watch the shop for a couple of hours this afternoon. We came home and I dropped Jared and Alex off at the park to play. Luc [...]

Day Seventy-Four

Canterbury Tales Page: 207
Essays Orwell Page: 373
I didn’t actually do my reading tonight because nobody came to here it…well Kayla came but we ended up visiting instead of reading, so that’s another 20 pages I’m behind… On Tuesday I read in one of Orwell’s essays, “Inside the Whale”, this commentary on Joyce’s Ulysses. “It would [...]