Friday, December 3, 2010

This Is, Therefore, the Intensest Rendezvous. It Is in That Thought That We Collect Ourselves

Even by my normal standards of head-swirling my head's swirling like White's Ferry down a flooded Potomac when the cable breaks. Too much to sort, too busy to sort, but there's lots of fresh and important reads that need your eyes, plus JRB's kind comment (Planet says Thanks!) reminds me to remind you that all Fleabus photos are by Planet, including this one, taken last night when she was inspired by JRB's kind comment to take new ones (Thanks, JRB!).



Wallace Stevens

Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. 
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth, 
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole, 
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one... 
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, 
We make a dwelling in the evening air, 
In which being there together is enough.


  1. Meme, damn you! WTF, you think I'm Ben Domenech?

  2. Tanx for link. I like that you placed your link to "They lie about everything" right under the "argument for secrecy" article that starts out with a big lie about what Wikileaks is trying to do.

  3. If only we had a new Treaty of Versailles. We already have a Hitler. Is Mahmoud still Hitler?

  4. No Randal, you've got it all wrong.

    Obama is both Hitler AND Neville Chamberlain.

    It makes sense in a world where Cheney and Libby were patriots for outting a Valeria Plame, but Julian Assange needs to be assasinated for TREASON.

    Also, FREEDOM!

  5. Glad to see you've got the linkage fixed: links open up on new pages and YFWP disappears behind you, you sly Dog. How's he do that?

  6. Holyfuck, I didn't do a thing. And I notice the update links don't open in a new window. Googlevoodoo.

  7. Yes yes, let me second JRB, the Fleabus photos get a lot of love in my house. The eyes from 11/16 and the head through the rail on 11/22 complement each other delightfully. Perhaps my favorite thing about having cats is to watch how they experience and make sense of space in a fundamentally different way than human folk. In and out of cupboards, lounging in unknown crannies... they make me feel like I'm getting my money's worth.

    There was a picture a few weeks ago of the cat sitting behind the front door — Fleabus' gaze and the house number overhead made me joke that the cat looked like an adorably resigned inmate...

    Keep em' coming, they are thoroughly enjoyed.

  8. Thanks, I just passed along the kind words.

    There will always be cats in my house.