This is who greeted me this morning as I ran out of Kappa to get to my 8 a.m./ print off my midterm paper due today. Oh, hello Mr. Snowman. You used to be in the front yard.
What you see walking up to Kappa: Oh, hey!
The view of up the hill from Kappa's porch. :) and a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Rachel Phillips! Much Kappa and snow love to you on this blustery day.
One more paper down. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for prose. The paper turned out really well and Dr. S gave tandem arguments to mine today in lecture, so that was reaffirming. The title was changed to "Fighting the Good Fight." I'm interested in seeing how Dr. W likes my paper; it will definitely give us things to talk about. Did I mention I love being an American Studies major?
I like this poem, especially the last two stanzas. No implications intended, just enjoy the poem:
"Failing and Flying" by Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
Walker Percy, great Southern writer and Catholic, got the Laetare Medal at ND in 1989, and made a wonderful speech. I especially like the Flannery O'Connor quote at the beginning: "All literature must draw attention to meaning beyond the moment; to man's eternal destiny." (Isn't that so great?!)