Sunday, December 13, 2015

Sixty-Six Today, plus Pink Disc

My 170 gram Star plastic Innova Leopard (with Stanley), which I rolled (the disc, not Stanley) to two birdies yesterday at Seneca, 1 and 22, and makes me glad I lost my 168 gram Champion plastic Leopard the prior visit to Seneca.

Yesterday: 24334 (new deep position) 4343/335433344/44253334.

Today: Leaving to play in five minutes. Also too, Tom Verlaine is 66 today:

1 comment:

  1. a few years ago when my niece was playing soccer, I happened to see her wearing a t-shirt from Our Lady of Good Counsel High School, in Olney - she got it when her team played against them

    that reminded me then of this poem by Chaucer, recommended to me by her grandfather, my father, and which I copied out by hand at the time, decades ago

    now, as i mull over a problematic situation, it comes to mind again

    Ballade of Good Counsel

    Flee from the crowd and dwell with truthfulness:
    Suffice thee with thy goods, tho’ they be small:
    To hoard brings hate, to climb brings giddiness;
    The crowd has envy, and success blinds all;
    Desire no more than to thy lot may fall;
    Work well thyself to counsel others clear,
    And truth shall make thee free, there is no fear!

    Torment thee not all crooked to redress,
    Nor put thy trust in fortune’s turning ball;
    Great peace is found in little busy-ness;
    And war but kicks against a sharpened awl;
    Strive not, thou earthen pot, to break the wall;
    Subdue thyself, and others thee shall hear;
    And truth shall make thee free, there is no fear!

    What God doth send, receive in gladsomeness;
    To wrestle for this world foretells a fall.
    Here is no home, here is but wilderness:
    Forth, pilgrim, forth; up, beast, and leave thy stall!
    Know thy country, look up, thank God for all:
    Hold the high way, thy soul the pioneer,
    And truth shall make thee free, there is no fear!

    Therefore, poor beast, foresake thy wretchedness;
    No longer let the vain world be thy stall.
    His mercy seek who in his mightiness
    Made thee of naught, but not to be a thrall.
    Pray freely for thyself and pray for all
    Who long for larger life and heavenly cheer;
    And truth shall make thee free, there is no fear!

    GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340 - 1400

    [Modern version by HENRY VAN DYKE]