tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post2609848782809839396..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: Contain the Remains of His Beloved HeadUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-67901811838523792972016-03-21T16:39:22.218-04:002016-03-21T16:39:22.218-04:00Thanks for the Jack link (nothing to do with jerky...Thanks for the Jack link (nothing to do with jerky & bigfoot)! Landru contacted & may be in/around ATL some upcoming. Yeah!Jim H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02088100982761595050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-37995513904312869562016-03-18T18:50:49.354-04:002016-03-18T18:50:49.354-04:00Thank you for the stone sculptor link. Wonderful. ...Thank you for the stone sculptor link. Wonderful. And until I realized halfway down the page that there was an English version of the story, I enjoyed trying to use my poor French. Aboniloxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06370224131559283053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-1931000196931341372016-03-18T09:26:09.629-04:002016-03-18T09:26:09.629-04:00and speaking of remains, and of massachusetts, you...and speaking of remains, and of massachusetts, you may recall longfellow's lines "dust thou art, to dust returneth/was not spoken of the soul"<br /><br />last night i heard a 79 year old man recite the entire poem which contains those lines - which he had learned in high school - on the other side of the world from massachusetts - he is a filipino (not that there's anything wrong with that - several of my acquaintances are filipino)<br /><br />i told him that the author, longfellow, is my cousin, which is true<br /><br />to prove that this elderly (but still active) man remembered this poem which he had learned over sixty years ago, and that i have common ancestors with its author, i hereby adduce the actual text of the poem:<br /><br /><b><br />A Psalm of Life<br />By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br /><br /><i>What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.</i><br /><br /><br />Tell me not, in mournful numbers,<br /> Life is but an empty dream!<br />For the soul is dead that slumbers,<br /> And things are not what they seem.<br /><br />Life is real! Life is earnest!<br /> And the grave is not its goal;<br />Dust thou art, to dust returnest,<br /> Was not spoken of the soul.<br /><br />Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,<br /> Is our destined end or way;<br />But to act, that each to-morrow<br /> Find us farther than to-day.<br /><br />Art is long, and Time is fleeting,<br /> And our hearts, though stout and brave,<br />Still, like muffled drums, are beating<br /> Funeral marches to the grave.<br /><br />In the world’s broad field of battle,<br /> In the bivouac of Life,<br />Be not like dumb, driven cattle!<br /> Be a hero in the strife!<br /><br />Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!<br /> Let the dead Past bury its dead!<br />Act,— act in the living Present!<br /> Heart within, and God o’erhead!<br /><br />Lives of great men all remind us<br /> We can make our lives sublime,<br />And, departing, leave behind us<br /> Footprints on the sands of time;<br /><br />Footprints, that perhaps another,<br /> Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,<br />A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,<br /> Seeing, shall take heart again.<br /><br />Let us, then, be up and doing,<br /> With a heart for any fate;<br />Still achieving, still pursuing,<br /> Learn to labor and to wait.<br /><br /><br /><br /></b><br />mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-60540294686729863362016-03-18T09:10:18.951-04:002016-03-18T09:10:18.951-04:00as i did a couple of weeks ago with mary ruefle...as i did a couple of weeks ago with mary ruefle's poem "milk shake", i wondered if this one could be autobiographical - specifically, i looked to see - is there a church, in a western massachusetts mill town, dedicated to st. stanislas (alternate spelling stanislaus) with the remains of his beloved head?<br /><br />st stanislaus church in a western massachusetts mill town - check; relic of his head, no<br /><br />besides not having the head of the saint, the st stanislaus church in adams,massachusetts has another distinction,beyond its handsome brick building at 25 hoosac street - it was closed by The Man, and re-opened due to People Power - i quote from the wikipedia entry:<br /><br /><b>Founded in December 1902, it is one of the Polish-American Roman Catholic parishes in New England in the Diocese of Springfield in Massachusetts. On January 1, 2009 was closed by decision of the Bishop Timothy A. McDonnell of the Diocese of Springfield in Massachusetts. After 1,150 days of parishioners sitting in vigil, it was announced on February 18, 2012 that St. Stan's would reopen on Palm Sunday (April 1) 2012. The church will have one Sunday Mass, all Holy Days of Obligation, weddings, funerals, and baptisms upon request. St Stan's now serves as a mission of the Blessed John Paul Church in Adams.</b><br /><br />the town also has a museum dedicated to american suffragette susan b. anthony<br /><br />my virtual visit to adams was interesting, but having tried twice to see if ruefle's poems are actual reminiscences, i now conclude that they are carefully constructed fictions - i doubt, for example, that she ever asked for or was told the recipe for blood soup<br /><br /><b></b><br /><br />mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com