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MONDAY, MONDAY |
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To Johan and all our friends in
New Zealand have a nice Labor Day holiday. On with the retrograde news.
On this day in 1785 mules are imported into the United States for the first time. 1822:
Hans Christian Anderson finally enrolls in grammar school - at 17 he’s a little
taller than most of his 11 year old classmates. 1831: Asiatic Cholera made its first
appearance at Sunderland, England, and in 1854 Asteroid 32 was discovered by Goldschmidt.
And called the Pomona. The Anaheim, Azusa & Pismo Beach asteroids have yet to show up.
In 1825 the Erie Canal is opened and in 1900 Henry James and Edith Wharton begin
corresponding. She will become his friend and protegee.. They will spend many sunny
afternoons along the Erie reading aloud to each other (Editors note: I don’t think
so.).
1917: Brazil declares war on Germany. Not much action though; the Brazilian Army not
established until 1946. Well, it’s one way to get through two-world wars.. 1921: A
daughter, Frances, is born to F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. I957: The USSR Minister of
Defense is relieved of his post. In 1958 the first New York – Paris transatlantic jet
service is inaugurated by PanAm. Not to be outdone BOAC starts jet flights between London
and New York. 1960: A Hope named Bob is playing golf somewhere.
No Blue Monday’s please. If you’re not flying sky high or playing golf with
buddies today, there’s always tomorrow.
- RM 10/15/98 |
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John Arden o
Charlie Barnet o Andrei Bely o Primo Carnera o Jackie Coogan o Chuck Foreman (football) o Mahalia Jackson o
Domenico Scarlatti o Shah of Iran o Jaclyn Smith o Lev Trotsky o Lauren Tewes |
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It is impossible to
know a loved woman who is not a beautiful woman.
A love that questions is not love.
To pretend you love someone is to cheat yourself as much as
them.
Whatever the arithmetic, the end of love is slow. |
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PRISON |
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Leaning up against the wall
in the half-light
I couldn’t let you pass
without one final smile.
So it was
I tiredly undressed
not turning round again
till I had finished.
Three steps toward
the door
and you had gone.
I cannot stay
within this room alone
or crawl back into bed
without your being here.
I am a prisoner
in my own jail,
for what place can I go
if I can’t follow,
be with you?
My brain and stomach
both are empty.
My insides drain
as each hour passes
outside your company
and company.
The only thing I know
is your full body
all else has been
erased for me.
- From "The Sea Around Me, " 1976, 1977 |
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