Watching Love Grow Forever

• Me, in a suit, photo as promised. People can vouch my head is attached above.
• Thank you to BFF Laudru for literally putting his arms around me and tying my tie.
• Thanks to all Beloveds, terrific evening, beautiful event.
• View at two in morning after unloading both of our cars.

• Tomorrow is an Egoslavian Holy Day and a High Egoslavian Holy Day!
• Wednesday is a High Egoslavian Holy Day (and we fly to Maine for ten days of hiking).
• Thursday is a High Egoslavian Holy Day.
• One year ago today we landed in Bangor as the same plane as Susan Collins after she'd voted against killing Obamacare, the photo I took and tweeted went viral, most attention this shitty blog ever got and will ever get.
• Some of the real humans who followed me on twaater as a result still do, most of the bots too.

• So have some Sunday links:
• Blood Moon Burning.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• More untranslatable words.
• Dan's review prompts me to pick up and read this while in Maine.
• Books versus Internet.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.

CEREMONY

Richard Wilbur

A striped blouse in a clearing by Bazille   

Is, you may say, a patroness of boughs   

Too queenly kind toward nature to be kin.   

But ceremony never did conceal,

Save to the silly eye, which all allows,

How much we are the woods we wander in.

 

Let her be some Sabrina fresh from stream,

Lucent as shallows slowed by wading sun,

Bedded on fern, the flowers’ cynosure:

Then nymph and wood must nod and strive to dream   

That she is airy earth, the trees, undone,

Must ape her languor natural and pure.

 

Ho-hum. I am for wit and wakefulness,   

And love this feigning lady by Bazille.   

What's lightly hid is deepest understood,   

And when with social smile and formal dress   

She teaches leaves to curtsey and quadrille,   

I think there are most tigers in the wood.