February 25th, 2007

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Later and Later

Following an afternoon of wind and hail, the storm began breaking up and sunlight poured over the wet landscape, setting the trees and lawns sparkling (and I was struck by how luxuriant the moss on the mulberry tree has grown.) The clarity won't last long, though, as more storms are on the way, bringing icy North Pacific air and snow levels as low as 2000'. Hey, that's where I am! We might not get the snow right here though, because of the moderating influence of Oroville Lake. Dam good luck!

The only part of the Oscars I like is the dead people reel. Maybe I'm a bit ghoulish, but I always like seeing the dead people-- you know, the ones lucky enough not to have to watch any more Oscar programs. But because I don't want to miss the dead people reel, I have to keep checking the television, especially during the last hour or so of the broadcast. The dead people were especially lucky not to have to watch the Oscars this year, as those few of the speechlets written for the presenters which I heard in whole or in part sounded uncommonly bad. Maybe the writers have been inspired to new level of awkwardness by that tatty and awkward venue, the Kodak Theater, in which the whole gauche affair now takes place. I don't remember them being this bad when it was in the Shrine Auditorium, which was for many years my second reason for watching the Oscars. The Shrine was a great setting for the dead people reel.

Due to the continued upset of my schedule, Sunday Verse is once again brief and exposed to the world without an LJ cut. I've long wanted to post my favorite Gertrude Stein poem, "Yet Dish", but it's huge and I just can't find the time. Instead, something reflective of my mood, though not of my state.

Sunday Verse

On Going to a Tavern

by Wang Chi

These days, continually fuddled with drink,
I fail to satisfy the appetites of the soul.
But seeing men all behaving like drunkards,
How can I alone remain sober?

-translated by Arthur Waley