A hodgepodge of things by others that I've liked and some things I wrote as well. Not sure where to put them so it's always a work in progress!
Friday, January 20, 2023
Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
John Milton, On His Blindness, Examined
https://www.owleyes.org/text/on-his-blindness/read/text-poem#root-418824-1
On His Blindness by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
In this context, “light” is a metaphor for both the speaker’s life span and his sight. Since this poem is called “On His Blindness” and we know that Milton went blind in 1652, “light” can be read throughout the poem as a conceit for sight.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
“Spent” can either mean “passed,” as in, "when I consider how I have spent my days," or it can mean “gone,” as in, "when I consider that my sight is gone."
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
“Ere” is an adverb that means “before.” The speaker expresses disbelief that he has lost his sight before even half of his life has yet to be lived.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
In line 6, the speaker suggests that his “one talent’ is to present “my true account.” This signals to the reader that the speaker’s talent is writing, an activity that would have been nearly impossible to do in Early Modern England without sight. Because Milton himself went blind in 1652, this poem is conventionally read as autobiographical.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
The speaker’s reference to his “one talent” suggests a third metaphorical meaning of light. Light is a classic motif for knowledge—intellectual illumination. For the writer, light represents inspiration. When the speaker claims that his “light is spent,” one can say that he is lamenting a case of “writer’s block.”
— Zachary, Owl Eyes Editor
This is one of the few lines in the sonnet in which Milton breaks from perfect iambic meter. The first four words are intended to be read with stress on "Lodg'd" and then on "use" in "useless." This emphasis is appropriate since the words are intended to sound like a cry of anguish in an otherwise uniformly tranquil and metrically regular poem betokening Milton's "Patience" and his conviction, as expressed in the beautiful concluding line, that "They also serve who only stand and wait."
— William Delaney
This is the only line in the poem that breaks iambic pentameter. “Lodg’d” is stressed instead of “with,” forming a trochee. This deviation from the poem’s meter underscores the meaning of the line. His “one talent,” writing, becomes “useless” when it resides in him.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Notice that enjambment, the continuation of a sentence beyond the end of a line, disrupts the meaning of this sentence as a whole. In this part of the sentence, the speaker means that he is bent in service of God, like a servant who is bowing. However, because this line ends with “bent” it seems at first that his soul is “bent” or crooked, meaning it is in some way immoral or wicked. The division of this sentence, and the divergent meanings implicit within this division, demonstrates the underlying uncertainty throughout this poem. The speaker wonders if he will be able to serve God if he cannot exercise his talents and what will become of his soul if he cannot serve God.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Milton adopts a Petrarchan rhyme scheme in order to write this sonnet. The first two quatrains follow an ABBA rhyming pattern, and the sestet uses two tercets of CDE. Following the traditional form of a sonnet, the octet presents a problem that the sestet then resolves.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Milton's sonnet concerns the universal desire to discover and develop one's talents. The poem suggests that each of us is given one or several gifts which we are obliged to identify, utilize, and develop throughout our lives or else experience disappointment, failure and frustration. The Bhagavad-Gita says something similar and invokes Milton's idea of a "maker" to be served:
In the beginning
The Lord of beings
Created all men,
To each his duty.
'Do this,' He said,
'And you shall prosper.'
The problem for many of us is to discover our talent—or talents. This process may involve a lot of trial and error. But it is obviously a matter of the utmost importance. Milton was neither the first nor last person to consider the great importance of putting one's gifts to work. Many thinkers of the past have their their attentions to this topic:
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.
—Thomas Carlyle (1798–1881)
A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1802–1883)
— William Delaney
“He” in this context refers to God. The speaker offers the question in the following line with this caveat that if he is chided for his question, he will recant the question. This reveals the speaker’s anxious and apologetic tone.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
The first six lines of the poem lead up to this question: “Does God demand that you work if you have lost your sight?” The first six lines of the poem can be seen as the speaker’s extreme uncertainty over whether or not to ask this question. Questioning God’s will was a form of blasphemy that demonstrated one’s lack of faith. Though this speaker does not directly question God’s decision to take away his sight, he does reveal his frustration when he questions what he can do now that he has lost it.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
In this line, Milton's speaker asks the question, not God. The long and complex sentence beginning with "When I consider how my light is spent" leads the poet to fondly, or foolishly, ask: "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" After this question, the first sentence of the sonnet ends with a full stop. All the rest of the sonnet is supposedly spoken by an invisible spirit or angel he calls "Patience." Milton's conclusion suggests that he has made appropriate use of his "one talent" and that God will not scold or "chide" him for wasting it.
— William Delaney
“Light denied” in this context means blindness. Notice that there is an undercurrent of blame in this metaphor. “Denied” suggests that someone took his sight. This reveals both the speaker’s anger over losing his sight and his inability to express this anger at God.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
“Fondly” in this time meant foolishly. The speaker immediately apologizes for the question that he has posed by calling himself foolish. In a way, this shows the speaker recant his question.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Notice that Patience begins speaking at the volta, or thematic turn. This turn marks a change in the speaker’s mentality. He stops despairing about his lost sight and begins to believe that there is divine purpose in what seems like an unfortunate event.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Note that the speaker's response to his personal loss is a stance of yielding. The word "murmur"—which describes how "Patience" communicates to the speaker—is appropriate to the overall tone of the sonnet. He is resigned to accept whichever fate God imposes upon him. This is also indicated two lines later in the words "mild yoke." When Milton concludes with the words, "They also serve who only stand and wait," he seems to be suggesting that he can serve God by serving as an example of patience, faith, and humility.
— William Delaney
Notice that the rest of the poem is spoken by “Patience.” Patience is a personified entity that embodies “patience,” the capacity to calmly endure pain, affliction, and inconvenience. The personification of human characteristics is a form of allegory that marks this character as the person who will reveal the moral of the poem.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
This line draws from the Calvinist belief in predestination. Unlike Catholic doctrine, which claimed one could repent in order to save their soul, Calvinists believed that works on earth had no bearing on one’s salvation. People were predestined for either damnation or salvation at the time of their birth. God therefore did not need “man’s works” because only belief revealed one’s internal piety.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
“Mild yoke” is an allusion to the Bible: “My yoke is easy, my burden is light” (Matthew 11:30). In the law of the Old Testament, Jewish people were required to follow over 600 strict religious laws. Jesus used this metaphor to relieve them of the burden of these laws. He claimed that there were only two laws man needed to follow: love God, love each other. Thus the “yoke” and “burden” of Jesus was both forgiving and “light.” To “bear his mild yoke” means to follow Jesus’s two commandments to love God and love each other.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
A “yoke” is a heavy wooden bar attached to the heads of two oxen, horses, or mules so that they can pull a cart or plow. It is designed to limit the animals’ mobility so that they walk together in the direction in which the farmer wants them to go. A yoke is extremely heavy and implies a great burden or difficult task.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Patience reminds the speaker that God is like a king and has many servants across the world to do his bidding. Some ride over land and ocean carrying out His will, but others simply need to serve him by waiting. Patience relieves the speaker’s anxiety by telling him that it is acceptable to wait for divine inspiration to tell him what God wants him to do.
— Caitlin, Owl Eyes Staff
Saturday, January 7, 2023
REPRESENTATIVE HAKEEM JEFFRIES A-Z SPEECH
"House Democrats,” he said, “will always put American values over autocracy, benevolence over bigotry, the Constitution over the cult, democracy over demagogues, economic opportunity over extremism, freedom over fascism, governing over gaslighting, hopefulness over hatred, inclusion over isolation, justice over judicial overreach, knowledge over kangaroo courts, liberty over limitation, maturity over Mar-a-Lago, normalcy over negativity, opportunity over obstruction, people over politics, quality of life issues over QAnon, reason over racism, substance over slander, triumph over tyranny, understanding over ugliness, voting rights over voter suppression, working families over the well-connected, xenial over xenophobia, ‘yes, we can’ over ‘you can do it,’ and zealous representation over zero-sum confrontation.”
12:38 A.M, Saturday, January 7, 2023 Rep. Hakeem Jeffries, D-New York, Minority Leader, 8th District, Brooklyn Queens.
View the whole speech at: https://youtu.be/JLOAQjjKJbM
Or: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AxDQK6yGBI
This speech is a little over 15 minutes, winding up with his alphabet!
Saturday, December 31, 2022
WE MOVE TO 2023
As we bid farewell to 2022 and greet 2023, here are a few New Year's Eve items I want to keep:
1. Whale Resolutions from the New Yorker!
2. Lake Shore Drive from my window on New Year's Eve, 2022 at around 11 p.m. Why such heavy northbound traffic?
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Saturday, November 19, 2022
WORLD SOIL DAY
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Friday, November 18, 2022
Frosty the Snowman
Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And his eyes made out of coal
Frosty the Snowman
Made the children laugh and play
And were they surprised when before their eyes
He came to life that day
There must have been some magic
In that old silk hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around
Oh, Frosty the Snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say, he could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me
Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said let's run, And we'll have fun
Before I melt away
So down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Saying catch me if you can
He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cops
And he only paused a moment
When he heard him holler stop
For Frosty the Snowman, Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye, Saying don't you cry
I'll be back again some day
Thumpety, thump, thump
Thumpety, thump, thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpety, thump, thump
Thumpety, thump, thump
Over the hills of snow
Songwriters: (C) Jack Rollins, Steve Nelson. For non-commercial use only.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2022
Under City Stone by James Agee
POEM PAINTED ON THE NORTH WALL OF THE 55TH STEET ILLINOIS CENTRAL VIADUCT!
Rapid Transit
Squealing under city stone
The millions on the millions run,
Every one a life alone,
Every one a soul undone:
There all the poisons of the heart
Branch and abound like whirling brooks
And there through every useless art
Like spoiled meats on a butcher's hooks
Pour forth upon their frightful kind
The faces of each ruined child:
The wrecked demeanors of the mind
That now is tamed, and once was wild.
— James Agee, 1937
See more at: https://civicengagement.uchicago.edu/news/newly-restored-under-city-stone-mural-unveiled
Friday, September 30, 2022
When I was a Lad from HMS Pinafore by Gilbert and Sullivan
Sir Joseph.
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
Chorus.
He polished up the handle of the big front door.
Sir Joseph.
I polished up that handle so carefullee
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Chorus.
He polished up that handle so carefullee,
That now he is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Henry Lytton as Sir Joseph 1920
Sir Joseph.
As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand.
Chorus.
He copied all the letters in a big round hand.
Sir Joseph.
I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Chorus.
He copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became;
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the pass examination at the Institute.
Chorus.
For the pass examination at the Institute.
Sir Joseph.
That pass examination did so well for me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Chorus.
That pass examination did so well for he,
That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
That they took me into the partnership.
And that junior partnership, I ween,
Was the only ship that I ever had seen.
Chorus.
Was the only ship that he ever had seen.
Sir Joseph.
But that kind of ship so suited me,
That now I am the ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Chorus.
But that kind of ship so suited he,
That now he is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
Chorus.
He never thought of thinking for himself at all.
Sir Joseph.
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Chorus.
He thought so little, they rewarded he
By making him the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree,
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule.
Chorus.
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule.
Sir Joseph.
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
Chorus.
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
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