30 December 2008
29 December 2008
27 December 2008
- the wife will not be getting a new bike i'm building a set of wheels for the vintage three speed. new basket , tweed skirt and i think the three speed tour around lake pepin is full, damn.... and if she doesn't like it..well, she can have anything she wants
- new years resolution: buy local despite the cost , demand and receive superior service- that's what you're paying for
- something else, oh i know......i cut my collaborators loose, feel free to weep for them
weather: 39 degrees, foggy but that cleared by the trip home
roads: better than the path, slush and clean/wet roadway
26 December 2008
24 December 2008
23 December 2008
20 December 2008
weather: 20 degrees, cloudy
roads: good condition
19 December 2008
back to the ride, fast and light, only stopped to get my water bottle extracted from it's warm home. first few minutes my hands were cold but that changed as I adjusted or got out the wind or worked harder. mittens and cycling gloves, might try light cotton gloves as well; 2nd good cold weather tip, sweater vest. that's all i'm saying.
weather: 15 degrees, hazy
road: excellent winter riding condition
18 December 2008
you bet said...
"It's warming up but there's still a Spandex shortage in Minneapolis."
no doubt about that, Flanders and Smithers heisted 'em all for 'cross season.
oooh top 20?
December 18, 2008 1:10 PM
- the distances are too great, thank you urban sprawl.
- the funding is not available, hell, we can't levy taxes for education.
- there is a bias against bicycle transportation, just read the yearly newspaper article on 'law breaker' bicyclists
- we can't even agree on a senator, how are we going to agree on a citywide bicycle rental program
- weather, winter is harsh, European cities are more temperate and US cities that are bicycle friendly are on the warmer west coast( i.e. sf, pdx)
University of Minnesota climatologist Mark Seeley says we could set a record for the number of December days in which we receive snowfall.
........."All the signs are that this pattern will not change abruptly. So we may be having a taste in December of what we're going to have in January or February," Seeley said.
17 December 2008
i have it on good authority that both these problems can be easily solved by an investment in a cargo bicycle. i recently divested myself of the second car in the family, but still have the mini-van.
my daughter is getting older, so exposing her to the elements for a longer period may not be as big a problem. my son is almost five and has grown up in these conditions, he dresses well, although he would prefer to be active rather than sedentary in a trailer.
i may not be as well informed as some other contributors to this blog. but this is what i know,
there will be information on the web and this is what i've found:
16 December 2008
15 December 2008
here's the take on bicycle commuting from the MSM
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery hitherao!
Water, get it! Panee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."
find the rest of the poem at http://www.love-poems.me.uk/kipling_gunga_din_w_insp.htm
fell asleep in my chair in the front room woke up half hour hour later, my hot chocolate was frozen and i had icicles on my fingers. i'm thinking winter has come, the heat is set at 65 degrees, thermostat is 20 feet away, might be a little drafty in here.
14 December 2008
cancelled on account of treacherous travel conditions
i think the course conditions will be beautiful
i'm worried about transit to and from the venue
that's right i care about your survival ,
but only when you're not racing,
on the race track it's 'every man for his-self'
13 December 2008
weather: 20 degrees, clear full moon
roads: best they've been all week, packed snow and dry spots, corners still piled w/ snow
12 December 2008
so i'll be drunk in the freezing cold and dark on sunday at 9 pm, alone in the park
It's been a year since i began blogging about biking, bike racing, politics and all the rest. it started simply enough, by commenting on a friends blog. After my comments became too verbose( read 'annoying') i decided to start my own blog. my first attempts have long since been deleted. in the last few day i deleted a blog that had 334 posts in 9 months. the blogging thing is easy, once you get over the fear of exposure it's liking walking the dog, everyday it's got to be done.
the blogosphere: no comment
the message boarders, i only engage in this sparingly, although i am a senior member in a board i frequent. being a senior member is a lot like getting your high school letter in band, just keep showing up and it's yours.
racers, get in as many fights as you can, even throw a punch or two and then get drunk.
finding 'your local bike shop' or LBS, is not always a question of vicinity to home. i have had a relationship with the same mechanic for 15 years, i maintain this relationship by never letting my best mechanic friend work on my bike. i am a hack mechanic/builder and re-bicycler. i am one of the ten worst kinds of customers, i ask hard questions, know enough to get me in trouble and i'm really cheap. i do appreciate a well built wheel, i can build my own but i'm not that good and i'm slow.
the biking community, i know a few.
take back the greenway ride
4 pm at westerly entrance on dean parkway just behind calhoun beach club
finish at grumpy's downtown sometime later
11 December 2008
last night's recon on sunday's course was dimly lit, too cold to open it up or think much beyond barrier placement, and whether to include any snow jumps. will actually ride more in the snow tomorrow. over and out.
weather: 26 degrees, clear
roads: mostly plowed, heavier at the intersections, choose the path down the middle
10 December 2008
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Novelists and actors make a living by using
their imaginations to create fictional stories. ..yadda,yadda,yadda... As soon as
you're finished reading this horoscope, start brainstorming about specific
things you could do to convert fantasies into real-world wealth.
09 December 2008
i ride in the winter. i need to keep warm, i don't spend alot of cash on my outfit.
an example of my winter riding outfit;
- tights $60
- thin socks free
- thick socks(wool blend) $ 10
- boots $60
- schpants(recycled) $20
- long sleeve jersey $45
- turtleneck $20
- sweater $30
- shell $50
- balaclava $25
- cycling gloves $20
- mittens $10
- helmet $40
- total cost = $390
the rules state that to stay warm you need a 4 part layer system;
- thin base layer,' wicking' so you stay dry
- absorbent layer,
- insulation and
- a waterproof shell.
find some of it at other local non-cycling stores as well
weather: 20 degrees, 2-3 inches of snow and more coming down
roads: shitty, nothing plowed or salted
08 December 2008
Moonshine methanol and how to avoid?Ok sounds sketchy yes but i was watching a movie on moonshine and always wondered "how do they know the moonshine doesn't have methanol in it?"
How do they prevent it in a legal still?answer #1
The whole methanol thing was a big myth. Most people got sick from moonshine because old stills were built using old car parts that often had lead solder or other nasty stuff hanging around on them.
Yes, there is methanol produced in imperfect fermentation, but no more than you would make in home brew beer and wine. Distillation doesn't CREATE anything, it REMOVES stuff. Even if there is a little bit of methanol in the liquid before you put it in the still, a good still properly used will remove everything but 96% alcohol and 4% water.
moonshiner: just make sure you dump the first part of the 'run ' since methanol has a lower boiling point and will show up first
forecast courtesy of:
07 December 2008
06 December 2008
i knew there would be a little slipping when i hit the hill two blocks from my house and felt the rear go out when i stood up for a little more power, hence today's word 'control', not so much the speed. run-up on the stairs at penn was all a matter of control, when i remounted and saw the headlights on the road i knew couldn't tack wide on the turn to the path but had to stay slow and mapped out the turn instead of just gliding thru...
weather: 27 degrees, light snow, moon peaking thru the cloud cover.
roads: 1 inch of fluffy snow, not so much greasy/sloppy as slippery in spots
05 December 2008
weather: 10 degrees, light clouds
roads: light dusting of snow, not too slick
04 December 2008
main annoyances: 1 or two sticky chain links and one la-ame singleator
- slow bike
- understanding the danes
- selection of local biker's blogs
- bike love
- bikes nob
- copenhagen cycle chic
- cozy biker
- cultural icon
- lol meow
- mcf calendar
- pinchie's news
- reverend reach-around
- skinny ski
- song of hiawatha
- stevil kinevil
- almonzo 100
- bicycle hellfire machine
- grant of walnut creek
- moonshine cyclocross
- ragnarok 105
- Randonneurs USA
- rough riders
- evil cycling
weather: 20 degrees and clear,
the roads: light coating of snow with a few slick spots
03 December 2008
sorry camera broken and it's not that pretty
[read about it]
the le toure` is back in action
single speed for now, til i gets a wheel built, then it's 7 speed
165 mm 'maxxy' crankset
rear wheel; flip/flop hub on campagnolo moskva '80 rim
front wheel; suzue solid body high flange hub on wiennemann double channel rim
38 cm track type bar(you gotta see it)
cane creek crosstop brake lever
update: after two rides i realized 'nye ikke likke'(norsk) this build
switched out bars for mustache
shimano 600 levers
different crankset, 170 mm
still single speed... but,
i'll be getting a wheel built soon as i find $100 laying around
weather; 30 degrees and snow falling gently and sporadically
gonna be a cx race in my neighborhood in 12 days, see it live not via satellite, talk to moonshiner.
02 December 2008
i've decided that intensity will not replace serious base mileage. i'm not expecting anymore than a monthly ride of 75 miles for the top end. my time management does not allow for anything other than late night rides of at most two hours during the week. saturday/sunday mornings will be the time for long rides.
i would like to increase my mileage on wednesday nights, have a beer or two and enjoy a nice group ride. or maybe even mix it up and ride on a tuesday mornings@ 10 am meer at ooobs this year, hurl?
update:later that day upon securing the drive side crank i noticed a little play in the bottom bracket. we'll be thinking about a new bottom bracket then i guess. why do i even touch this shit, it was just sitting there and now it's a money pit. once i get an idea in my head i guess i need to follow it through...
update 2.0: 4 december went with a 165 crank i had lying around, maiden voyage tonight, exact bicycle specs found at moonshinercx.blogspot.com
01 December 2008
30 November 2008
nasty old toe... fuck it i can't wright poetry any-more or any less
Schwinn letour ii will be working soon enough
only one shift at the gulag next week
oh, butt i knead to find a job
sling hash somewhere i 'spose
i kept thinking if i just sat down and wrote, a descent post wood be bjorn but no...
26 November 2008
25 November 2008
Randonneuring is long-distance unsupported endurance cycling. This style of riding is non-competitive in nature, and self-sufficiency is paramount. When riders participate in randonneuring events, they are part of a long tradition that goes back to the beginning of the sport of cycling in France and Italy. Friendly camaraderie, not competition, is the hallmark of randonneuring.
the most famous randonnee` is paris-brest-paris which was First run in 1891, although this may be the goal of some randonneurs, i is not the only brevet available to individual wishing to 'compete'/complete longer rides. locally there are a few brevets that run out of the rochester area. look it up, there are rides scheduled for this spring and summer.
here's a couple of links i found on the RUSA site for randonneuring in MN
24 November 2008
21 November 2008
20 November 2008
my info is sketchy; this i know, it is totally European, the riders aren't truly cycling for that long, i have heard that the events last 6 hours each night, 2 riders per team. it's been around forever, i heard there were 6 day races at the old auditorium in Minneapolis. sounds like the atmosphere at the track is similar to keiren racing in japan. when i make a trip to belgium i'll fill you in on the details
here's some reference material
19 November 2008
heavier mittens and water bottles next to the body. i get the feeling that dehydration in 'wintery' weather may be more of a factor, had bad cottonmouth by the end. little wind on a few sections, need to reconsider routes, into the wind going out and tailwind coming back in is the key to staying warm i think. all this will become second nature by december. do i re-post the countdown to event? probably not.
weather: 33 cloudy sse wind 10-15mph
18 November 2008
the day she bought she was out on a ride with friend. some shop out on hiawatha ave(i don't advertise for free), it starts with a C. nicely restored, all the parts work. more about the day she bought it, riding one bicycle and she buys another. when she gets home tells me,
'we're going out to pick-up my cruiser later, take a look at my new bike'
yellow is a nice color. i would like to build a set of alloy wheels to replace the steel wheels, the chrome is nice, but heavy. need a floor pump for schrader tubes and the shop would be complete.
couple a things i forget about winter riding. halfway through the ride reached for my second water bottle and it was frozen, or at least frozen enough so i couldn't get any water out. shifter problems, ended up running as a three speed, rear derailleur/shifter acting up, luckily i was in a middle cog so i could use the front derailleur. never really got warm and lite gloves are not enough, the feet also were cold. and i was blowing snot like like it was really cold, the snot rocket was in full effect.
so, for tomorrow night: water bottles next to body, mittens and boots. and maybe check out the rear shifter.
weather: 22 degrees, cold and clear
17 November 2008
- headlight, white (blinky or more)
- food and water back-up
- extra clothes
The Waste Land
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
|Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing|
|Memory and desire, stirring|
|Dull roots with spring rain.|
|Winter kept us warm, covering||5|
|Earth in forgetful snow, feeding|
|A little life with dried tubers.|
|Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee|
|With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,|
|And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,||10|
|And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.|
|Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.|
|And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,|
|My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,|
|And I was frightened. He said, Marie,||15|
|Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.|
|In the mountains, there you feel free.|
|I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.|
|What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow|
|Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,||20|
|You cannot say, or guess, for you know only|
|A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,|
|And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,|
|And the dry stone no sound of water. Only|
|There is shadow under this red rock,||25|
|(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),|
|And I will show you something different from either|
|Your shadow at morning striding behind you|
|Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;|
|I will show you fear in a handful of dust.||30|
|Frisch weht der Wind|
|Der Heimat zu.|
|Mein Irisch Kind,|
|Wo weilest du?|
|'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;||35|
|'They called me the hyacinth girl.'|
|—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,|
|Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not|
|Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither|
|Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,||40|
|Looking into the heart of light, the silence.|
|Od' und leer das Meer.|
|Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,|
|Had a bad cold, nevertheless|
|Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,||45|
|With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,|
|Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,|
|(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)|
|Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,|
|The lady of situations.||50|
|Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,|
|And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,|
|Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,|
|Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find|
|The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.||55|
|I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.|
|Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,|
|Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:|
|One must be so careful these days.|
...the rest can be found at http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html
passing by the announcer, s-r in full heckle mode, hollywood decides it would be fun to toss a water bottle at my front wheel, it connects, i dismount and lunge, like a true roadie he dodges the punch, i don't have enough legs to chase him... we examine my bike, re-adjust the brakes/bars and i trundle into the finish. i return to scene of the crime and make-up but i'm still not satisfied. more later
16 November 2008
1st finisher at 3 hours 41 minutes ~28 mph
last finishers at 7 hours 9 minutes ~15 mph
15 November 2008
It’s Punishment Day today!
A score or more of the juvenile poor
Have been “booked” for breaking Orphanage law,
Each tick of the clock, as the hands creep round
Brings nearer the hour when trousers come down
When frocks will be raised, and petticoats too
(It’s rumoured her Ladyship’s coming to view)
Twenty-three doomed little waifs and strays
Enduring the shame of a Punishment Day.
a comprehensive collection of disciplinary poetry includes two of the most famous ever composed; The Rodiad, written in the late Victorian era, and the extremely lengthy; Squire Hardman. Both were attributed to George Coleman the Younger, but he was not the author of either, the latter having been written in the early 1950s and passed off as a much earlier work.
available at http://www.aks-books.co.uk/titles/punitivepoetry.htm
14 November 2008
race tomorrow at 11:45 am
maybe 2 hours of sleep between now and race time..... i napped this afternoon and i will be eating and hydrated in the morning, something i can't say about every other morning
- Extended pad length and off center post design provides even wear for longer life
- Water groove is located below post for optimal water removal
- Angled plow tip for rain and mud removal. This also provides correct toe-in
weather: 40 degrees, clear, full moon
time: 40 minutes of peak performance
13 November 2008
weather: 36 and cloudy, no snow, soft turf/sand
time: does not matter
12 November 2008
somehow i'll get one for my wife. the scandinavian style of riding does not involve spandex.
she's been there and done that, riding from mpls to chicago with the gay parade(aids ride'97) cured her of any desire to ride a road bicycle anymore. was it the 2nd degree sunburn or the dehydration or the cramping muscles, whatever it was road bikes make her shudder.
anyways here's the link: http://www.skeppshult.se/
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
from Don Juan
maybe i haven't done the group rides or the throw-away race but i believe i am prepared to....
weather: 32 degrees, snow, misty sleet
time: 1 hour full exertion
11 November 2008
if a title where to be given it would be 'fabulous'....that's not a compliment
follow the story here, in 3 parts no less
weather: 28 degrees, clear and windless
time: 60 minutes in the saddle, 35 minutes peak performance
10 November 2008
08 November 2008
Meditation can be practiced while walking or doing simple repetitive tasks. Walking meditation helps to break down habitual automatic mental categories, "thus regaining the primary nature of perceptions and events, focusing attention on the process while disregarding its purpose or final outcome...... This type of active meditation is a type of vipassana meditation
references for the curious:
07 November 2008
15 november, 2008
the brawl to settle it all
One of the boss' hangers-on
Comes to call at times you least expect
Try to bully ya - strong arm you - inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect
Hmmm. I think the answer to that question is an obvious "no."
But a more interesting question is: If you think BSNYC is a bigot, why would you try to free ride on his notoriety by calling your blog "Bike Snob MPLS"?
In my experience, it's the folks who put a little too much stock into the importance of bloodlines whom you have to watch in the bigotry department.
November 6, 2008 5:23 PM
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade --
But Time had added not obtained
Impregnable the Rose
For summer too indelible
Too obdurate for Snows --
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
weather: 44 degrees, wet but no rain cloudy
time: full hour in the saddle
06 November 2008
27" tires have an internal bead diameter of 630 mm while a 700C tire has an internal measurement of 622 mm.
the Schwinn le tour II may require a 27 in. rim with a short reach caliper brake and low profile tire. that is sport touring light and fast, but i like to think i'm a randonneur.
update: got the original specs from bikepedia
if this is a '95 then it gets 700c wheels,
will it be totally wrong to have a 27" on a chrome fork up front and a 700c in the rear?, there was a problem with the original fork and headset stack height, newer vs. older styles of headsets, and i have a nice 27" hand built wheel that i like.
weather: 64 and moist but not raining
time: 45 minutes in the saddle
05 November 2008
I've watched this city burn twice
in my lifetime
and the most notable thing
was the arrival of the
politicians in the
proclaiming the wrongs of
and demanding new
policies toward and for the
nothing was corrected last
nothing will be corrected this
the poor will remain poor.
the unemployed will remain
the homeless will remain
and the politicians,
fat upon the land, will live
04 November 2008
The highest not more high;
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.
To-day alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known
My palace is the people’s hall,
The ballot-box my throne!
Who serves to-day upon the list
Beside the served shall stand;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand!
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong to-day;
And sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let pomp and vain pretence
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man’s common sense
Against the pedant’s pride.
To-day shall simple manhood try
The strength of gold and land
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand!
While there’s a grief to seek redress,
Or balance to adjust,
Where weighs our living manhood less
Than Mammon’s vilest dust, --
While there’s a right to need my vote
A wrong to sweep away,
Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!
A man’s a man to-day!
03 November 2008
| In Baltimore there lived a boy.|
He wasn't anybody's joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.
In school he never led his classes,
Another trick that tickled Jabez
Deploring how he did behave,
Like whooping cough, from child to child,
And Jabez chortled up his sleeve.
No infant dared hang up his stocking
For fear of Jabez' ribald mocking.
He sprawled on his untidy bed,
What was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
The saucy boy who mocked the saint.
Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint.
02 November 2008
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
now back to our regularly scheduled programming....
but back to bike fit and flexibility. the most indicative observation is lever position on drop bars. i've always set up my levers a little low, basically put a straight edge on the lower flat position and even the bottom of the brake lever w/ that. a colleague of mine suggests that raising the levers is warranted. of course nothing is really wrong with that, if you are old and inflexible. if you are young at heart and ready to break some records use a lower position for the levers.
to be continued.....
update: 2 pm local time;
after further consultation with an expert mechanic, i have been informed that the 'brifter' combinanation may require a higher brake lever position, due to it 'unique design'
01 November 2008
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his
chance; He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
- OUR mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
- London has swept about you this score years
- And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
- Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
- Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.
- Great minds have sought you--lacking someone else.
- You have been second always. Tragical?
- No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
- One dull man, dulling and uxorious,
- One average mind--with one thought less, each year.
- Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit
- Hours, where something might have floated up.
- And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.
- You are a person of some interest, one comes to you
- And takes strange gain away:
- Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;
- Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,
- Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else
- That might prove useful and yet never proves,
- That never fits a corner or shows use,
- Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:
- The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
- Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
- These are your riches, your great store; and yet
- For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
- Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
- In the slow float of differing light and deep,
- No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
- Nothing that's quite your own.
- Yet this is you.
|"Portrait d'une Femme" is reprinted from Ripostes of Ezra Pound. Ezra Pound. London: Elkin Mathews, 1915.|
31 October 2008
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain,-but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?
-These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable, and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.
-Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
-Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.
[insert long boring story]
that's a day in the life, nice to see ya ma'm, carry on.
weather:63 and clear
time: time to wake up
|My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;|
|Coral is far more red than her lips' red;|
|If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;|
|If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.|
|I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,|
|But no such roses see I in her cheeks;|
|And in some perfumes is there more delight|
|Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.|
|I love to hear her speak, yet well I know|
|That music hath a far more pleasing sound;|
|I grant I never saw a goddess go;|
|My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:|
|And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare|
|As any she belied with false compare.|