- Thursday Night Pints met yesterday at a memorial chamber in Arlington Virginia. Rest in peace, D, who loved Chopin more than any other music. Our wake is later this week.
- Serendipity is awful and awesome. Maurizio Pollini was born seventy-two years ago today, nobody plays Chopin like Maurizio Pollini.
- The year as year, last year, this year in flowerville.
- Humanities scholarship is relevant and that makes people sad.
- Oligarchs to the rescue!
- Masaccio's tribute money and the triumph of capital.
- Everything is a target.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- The best of soccer writing 2013.
- Schoenberg, for those of you who do.
- A 2013 playlist of sorts.
- Faye's Best Pop of 2013.
- This is the one my mother plays (as in, on the piano) the most often.
DAYS OF HEAVEN
Carl Dennis
That was a great compliment the Greeks paid to human life
When they imagined their gods living as humans do,
With the same pleasure in love and feasting,
Headstrong as we are, turbulent, quick to anger,
Slow to forgive. Just like us, only immortal.
And now that those gods have proven mortal too
And heaven and earth can’t be divided,
Every death means a divine occasion
Has been taken from us, a divine perspective,
Though the loss gets only a line or two in the news.
Hard to believe the headlines this morning
That a banker on Mt. Olympus has been pilfering,
That a builder has been guilty of shoddy construction
On a bridge that spans a river in heaven,
Cutting corners to squirrel away his fortune
For a better day, when the great day has already come.
For news that heartens we must turn to the classifieds.
Here in what’s left of heaven it’s right to advertise
For a soul mate. It’s right to look for a job
That lets us incarnate spirit more fully
And leave something behind that time is kinder to
Than the flesh of gods. Lucky there’s work.
Lucky the streets of heaven are in need of repair.
Paint is peeling from the dream-house trim.
Holy rainwater backs up in leaf-clogged gutters
Till the ceiling sags and tiles need regrouting.
And look at the list of practical items for sale—
Used snowblowers, croquet sets, chainlink fencing.
And what about a wooden canoe with two paddles.
Why don’t we make time for a turn before sundown?
Out on the broad lake a breeze will find us
That’s wafted around the planet to cool our divinity.
The clouds will hover above us in a giant halo
As we watch our brother, the sun, descend,
His gentle face turned toward us, his godly expression
Undarkened by accusation or disappointment
Or the thought of something he’s left undone.
