a. There's a certain dignity that comes w/ hard physical labor w/ optional shaving. Today my gloves, pants, overshirt and socks were all different shades of green.
b. È venerdi, grazie a Dio. Stanotte dormirò come un ghiro.
Stavo sognando ad occhi aperti...NaNoWriMo?
c. Gonna start Vico's Nuova Scienza in the next couple o' days. Read a bit of Maimonides this evening, but nothing terribly interesting, and really just vado a dormire.
This is the Doldrums of the Friday Night Mind.
1024. Slowly working thru Grecian Urn. Lessee if I can write it out while listening to this:
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness
Thou foster child of silence and slow time
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
a flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme.
What leaf-fringed legends haunt about thy shape
of deities or mortals, or of both
in Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? what maidens loth?
what mad pursuit? what struggle to escape?
what pipes and timbrels? what wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
are sweeter, therefore, ye soft pipes, play on
not to the sensual ear, but more endearing,
pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
fair youth beneath the trees thou canst never leave
thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare.
bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss
though winning near the goal, yet do not grieve,
she cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
forever wilt thou love, and she be fair
oh happy happy boughs......and my memory stutterspluttertripfall....
Oh, let's go with this. Had it stuck in my head all day at work. Buona notte, cybervuoto. I'll have something more interesting to say later when I'm not nodding off.
