is the word 'diary' better than the word 'blog'? probably not. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Symposiums, Nostalgias, Attachments. The Symposium I organized is over now. It went very well. But man, am I exhausted or what? I'll have to tell you the stories later. Today I have lots of work to do because of course lots of work wasn't getting done in the week leading up to the Symposium. But I am also tired and deserve a BREAK, so today I am going to do some reading for next week's teaching load, and then watch a lot of good television (shows stored up that I missed during all of the week's action) and then maybe I'll take one of those delicious couch naps a person can really sink into! Or work on my so-far-constantly-deferred etsy store! I have some great new necklaces to show you.... Right now I'm listening to Fountains of Wayne because today I miss Chris, because today I had brunch with Alison Young, who lived in Amherst while I lived in Amherst while Chris lived in Northampton. What a year of darkness and light that was. Gus joined Alison and I for brunch, and it was fun to see these two foxy important parts of two different eras of my life communicating with each other. Chris has the sweetest singing voice ever, my speakers are reminding me. I like his voice in every one of its versions (and there are many) except when he imitates Billy Joel and actually sounds like Billy Joel. Luckily I don't think that one has ever been recorded (though it did once make me laugh so hard that I had to sit down on the floor in the middle of a crowded rock club). Anyway, the sweetness of Chris' voice makes it all the more funny that his sense of humor is so deeply dark and evil. The first time I met him (we were MUCH YOUNGER and) he said something that horrified everyone in the room except me, and he and I could not stop laughing for what seemed like way too long to everyone except him and me. Remember, Traffic and Weather hits stores on Monday. That's TOMORROW. On that topic, here's a music-geek funny but also strangely boring joke-song about fountains of wayne. it's no "the bootie don't stop." BUT. Right now I want to give you some more POETRY. Because this poem I am about to give you is something I wanted to read (or perform, because you can't just READ it) at my Symposium, but then I opted for the more straightforward speechifying method. It's safer that way. And sometimes I do take the safe route. The poem is by WH Auden: Law Like Love. I think it really does say just about everything I said in my introductory speechifying. At times the poem seems too rhyme-y verse-y, but if you think about what it accomplishes, basically outlining the history of arguments about what law is or ought to be, and ending with a profound commentary on why law matters to us and also why it fails, it is a pretty significant accomplishment of versification! So say I. Law, say the gardeners, is the sun, Law is the wisdom of the old, Law, says the priest with a priestly look, Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose, Yet law-abiding scholars write: Others say, Law is our Fate; And always the loud angry crowd, If we, dear, know we know no more No more than they can we suppress Like love we don't know where or why, 12:28 p.m. - April 01, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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