This piece from today's Opinion pages of the Sunday New York Times had me in stitches:
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2013 ... ef=opinion
Words, Words, Words....
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"....there's a merry song that starts in 'I' and ends in 'You', as many famous pop songs do....'
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This young woman has poetry to spare in this recitation. Her words also have substance and articulate bitingly thoughts that many should take to heart:
http://upworthy.com/watch-a-student-tot ... 37-years-6
http://upworthy.com/watch-a-student-tot ... 37-years-6
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This site newly launched today is a thing of joy-I want to roam at will. Ms. Emily has been well served:
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/23/books ... l?src=recg
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/23/books ... l?src=recg
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This one always manages to keep things in perspective for me:
Star-Gazer
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
And the westward train was empty and had no corridors
So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight
Of those almost intolerably bright
Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because
Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks
How very far off they were, it seemed their light
Had left them (some at least) long years before I was.
And this remembering now I mark that what
Light was leaving some of them at least then,
Forty-two years ago, will never arrive
In time for me to catch it, which light when
It does get here may find that there is not
Anyone left alive
To run from side to side in a late night train
Admiring it and adding noughts in vain.
Louis Macneice
Star-Gazer
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
And the westward train was empty and had no corridors
So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight
Of those almost intolerably bright
Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because
Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks
How very far off they were, it seemed their light
Had left them (some at least) long years before I was.
And this remembering now I mark that what
Light was leaving some of them at least then,
Forty-two years ago, will never arrive
In time for me to catch it, which light when
It does get here may find that there is not
Anyone left alive
To run from side to side in a late night train
Admiring it and adding noughts in vain.
Louis Macneice
"....there's a merry song that starts in 'I' and ends in 'You', as many famous pop songs do....'