tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post9027627907606222186..comments2024-03-15T07:38:08.505-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: But, We Didn't Set Dogs on the Deer, Even We Know, as Well as You Know, We Could Have Got Away with It, Because Who Cares?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-90874972655907072382014-08-12T14:52:21.448-04:002014-08-12T14:52:21.448-04:00Freud has something to say about that sort of thin...Freud has something to say about that sort of thing.Jim H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02088100982761595050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-18047746327808501512014-08-12T11:45:15.597-04:002014-08-12T11:45:15.597-04:00Sorry, link fixed.Sorry, link fixed.BDRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06557941385560728052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-45039326901525746862014-08-12T11:13:09.656-04:002014-08-12T11:13:09.656-04:00Somehow 'anathematization' and 'monste...Somehow 'anathematization' and 'monsters' point to the same blogpost @ eusa. Just an observation before reading through.<br /><br />Also, depression sucks. Sucks the will-to-keep-on-living out of you. Also too see, DFW.Jim H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02088100982761595050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-53430082990147887952014-08-12T10:11:58.103-04:002014-08-12T10:11:58.103-04:00The confusion is my fault: I forgot to c/p the poe...The confusion is my fault: I forgot to c/p the poem's epigraph.BDRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06557941385560728052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-26373293402790002692014-08-12T10:03:50.075-04:002014-08-12T10:03:50.075-04:00Boissevain, who was he?
are we speaking of the f...<i>Boissevain, who was he? </i><br /><br />are we speaking of the financier of railroads, for whom the town in manitoba was named?<br />or the young man killed by the nazis in amsterdam during world war ii?<br />the reference is probably to the husband of the prominent american poetess<br /><br /><br /><b>Edna St. Vincent Millay</b><br /><br /><b>Afternoon on a Hill</b><br /><br />I will be the gladdest thing<br /> Under the sun!<br />I will touch a hundred flowers<br /> And not pick one.<br /><br />I will look at cliffs and clouds<br /> With quiet eyes,<br />Watch the wind bow down the grass,<br /> And the grass rise.<br /><br />And when lights begin to show<br /> Up from the town,<br />I will mark which must be mine,<br /> And then start down! mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com