Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Book of Hours

I've always liked that phrase. And yesterday someone reminded me of Rilke's Book of Hours, so I've begun rereading it. Lovely, lovely poetry. I'll probably write about it sometime. When I figure out if I can narrow down to a few poems to share instead of raving about the whole book. I find that I can read poetry, but anything else I get bored/tired/distracted too easily at this point.

This is the point in the semester where I just don't sleep. Actually I've been pretty productive this week, so there's really no reason why I'm not sleeping. I just think too much. And the future is looming fast...

I have finally gotten my camera. It is so cute! It fits in the palm of my hand. I'm thinking about names. Sometimes I name electronic things. Something to fit a wee camera. (I like the word wee. It reminds me of one of my favorite high school teachers. She was a lovely maths teacher from Northern Ireland who explained that the song line "Zaccheus was a wee little man" is redundant and incorrect. She is also the reason I cannot say "pants" with a straight face. When I visited her in Northern Ireland she took me to a revival meeting for singles and really the only thing I can remember is the speaker said, "Hold on a wee minute!" very often. It has become one of my favorite phrases.)

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