Poet Delmore Schwartz, New York City Uncredited and Undated Photograph
Calmly we walk through this April’s day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
Fugitive about us, running away,
Between the worker and the millionaire
Number provides all distances,
It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,
Many great dears are taken away,
What will become of you and me
(This is the school in which we learn…)
Besides the photo and the memory?
(…that time is the fire in which we burn.)
(This is the school in which we learn…)
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again,
The theodicy I wrote in my high school days
Restored all life from infancy,
The children shouting are bright as they run
(This is the school in which they learn …)
Ravished entirely in their passing play!
(…that time is the fire in which they burn.)
Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!
Where is my father and Eleanor?
Not where are they now, dead seven years,
But what they were then?
No more? No more?
From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,
Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume
Not where they are now (where are they now?)
But what they were then, both beautiful;
Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz, “Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day” 1937
eating greatly of the pistachio nut is not exactly frugal but it’s shy of ruinous, so
3 Faithful Dogs
10 Dogs of unusual size
12 Long-lived dogs
14 Notorious dogs
15 Ugly dogs
19 Fame by proxy to a famous owner
air bud could actually play basketball, as well as the sports of “baseball, football, soccer, and hockey”
"As for the dwindling number of opportunities in America, the Gilded Age defenders of the self-made ideal had an answer to that charge, too: Men who failed to find opportunity were looking in the wrong places. The most famous articulation of this argument was Russell Conwell’s “Acres of Diamonds” lecture, which he delivered more than 6,000 times—enough to make himself a not-so-small fortune. (He went on to found Philadelphia’s Temple University.) The speech opened with a parable, supposedly told to Conwell by an “old Arab guide” while traveling down the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, about a Persian farmer who spends his life in a fruitless search for diamonds, never realizing that his own untended farm is rich with the gems. Conwell told his audience that there were acres of diamonds in their backyards as well—they just needed to stop complaining and start digging. “There was never a place on earth more adapted than Philadelphia to-day, and never in the history of the world did a poor man without capital have such an opportunity to get rich quickly and honestly as he has now in our city,” he said, adjusting the text accordingly when he took his speech on the road.”
long. horatio alger pedophilia stuff. carnegie being a shitheel stuff. this is the very cloth of which our toolish nation is woven.
1.greatly or excessively.“she is parlous handsome”
no previous one has evinced an interest in independent records. maybe the phone will be stilled in its amorous piping, now
tonight’s season premiere of castle includes the gem/5-star line “making it a relative rarity in the world of dinghies” and if that don’t sell you friend i have absolutely nothing for you, there is nothing left. no future
Tonight Something’s Gotta Give and The Lost World: Jurassic Park were both on TV tonight and contain a nearly identical exchange of dialogue.
Ian Malcolm: I didn’t sell anything, I never took a cent, and I told the truth.
Peter Ludlow: Your version of it.
Ian Malcolm: There are no…
my left hand useless as a medium sized stone is after me sitting on it to watch sleepy hollow with a minimum of anxiety regarding the future