Thanks to Cathleen and Ben for the fruit and for the pic . . .
. . . and for sharing!
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To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load. [emphasis added]
William Blake, 1757 - 1827
for the Opinel Paring Knife
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A Comical Prayer for the Season
from the movie that we watch every Thanksgiving:
Home for the Holidays
Henry / Dad / Charles Durning: "Dear Lord, We realize just that lately everything is changing too damn fast. And all sorts of things that are always the same, even things we hated like shoveling the turkey and stuffing the snow, and going through the same crap year in and year out -- "
Adele / Mom / Anne Bancroft: "Come on, your food is getting cold."
Henry: "As I was saying Dear Lord before my wife interrupted me, even those old - fashioned pain - in - the - ass traditions, like Thanksgiving, which really mean something to us, even though, god - damn - it, we couldn't tell you what it is, are starting to stop; and thousand - year - old trees are falling over dead, and they shouldn't. That's all from this end. Amen"
Adele: "It's all relative."
Claudia / Holly Hunter: ". . . that's what the day is supposed to be all about,
right? . . ."
Adele: "That, and giving thanks that we don't have to go through this for another year. Except we do because those bastards went and put Christmas right in the middle, just to punish us."
Henry: "Oh shit! Deck the Halls! I can't wait for god - damn Christmas."
Adele: "There's never enough time, right? . . . I think I'm never going to see my kids again."
Claudia: "Come on, Mom. Buck up. There's always Christmas."
Henry: "Yeah, whether we like it or not."
SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS ON MY
Next Fortnightly Post
Friday, December 14th
Between now and then, read
THE QUOTIDIAN KIT ~ Fruit in Season
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Compare Henry / Charles Durning's prayer to Merwin's. Henry's may be more jocular, yet it concludes with a gravity similar to Merwin's: "
ReplyDeleteTHANKS
by W.S. Merwin
Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water thanking it
smiling by the windows looking out
in our directions
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are saying thank you
in the faces of the officials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you
with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is
See also: https://dailykitticarriker.blogspot.com/2013/11/a-week-of-thanks-at-least.html
https://blankcanvasmagazine.wordpress.com/2010/11/24/
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