Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Isabel Monk WED, MAY 24 6:30AM ó : 6
to Ted (crabbiolio@gmail.com)
I am so sorry if I chewed your ear off yesterday. I have been worrying about that since we talked. Or I talked at you. I shouldn't get so upset about things I can do nothing about. I accuse other people of being prideful, but then I am. - Bel
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Ted Riich WED, MAY 24 3:30PM ó : 6
to Isabel (imonk@yabyum.org)
How long did you "chew"? – five minutes? And my ears agreed with your mouth.
I have two friends who have – in one case intentionally and in the other I believe un-, rather by sheer good luck – memorized hundreds and thousands of lines of poetry. If called up, I could recite, besides nursery rhymes, psalms, and limericks, maybe 39 lines total. But among them would be these, an accidental credo:
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
The first two or three lines are a bit irritating, I must admit. But from there on: "They'd advertise," because they always do. But "How public – like a Frog" may be my favorite five words ever strung together.
Ted
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The virtues of humility. The virtue of humility. How to write about either one? — but especially the last. There is the immediate thought, that humility has never been a virtue, at least not one that anyone has truly believed in. No one has championed it without tongue firmly in cheek, at least not for him- or herself. And to claim it is arrogance.
So I am stymied.
05.26.23
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