Quote of the Day: Jdmpapgaf

 Jdmpapgaf


[posted 6.23.11]

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SURPRISE!

Today, as I stumbled through my blog, adding a new html code discovery [note to self - add html to all other blogs...], I was unpleasantly surprised to find this lonely, loner post. I know this is my blog, and considering the minimal posts posted throughout its lifetime, I shouldn't have been totally surprised, but - believe me or not; ruin my rep or not -  I truly did just (7.4.11) FIND -  this little treasure.

Which, upon this moment of way too comfortable confusion...

I think:

• did a guest blogger invade my site and post this gibberish?
• did Blogger run the fate of facebook and was momentarily invaded by 9th grade typing flunkees?
• wtf?
• who wrote this? not me, surely?
  

and then (now)... taking some responsibility:

• i obviously must have astrally channeled a new genre, perhaps, flarf II, and/or The Reduced Haiku.
• did i begin a blog moments before a neurological blackout?
• did i have a neurological blackout on 6.23.11 at 11:10am?

and then-then (now-now)... seeing things in a more lucid light:

• ahhhh, the same person who's been sneaking into my apartment while I'm sleeping or at doc appointments, or on my mad dating schedule (wink, wink), and hiding my debit card, prescription glasses and sunglasses, clean underwear, fresh-made coffee, lighter, my big pink glass full with water, the melanie who did go to the gym to restart aqua therapy, my cat... you get the (scary) picture.

I'm so glad I figured this one out - now-now-now.

Sunday Quote, from a Sunday Poem

An April Sunday brings the snow
Making the blossom on the plum trees green,
Not white. An hour or two, and it will go.
-Philip Larkin


And here's another poem by Larkin, perhaps his most famously popular poem, written in a completely different tone, almost planetarily so (which perhaps explains the plethora Web pages of analysis dedicated to this poem), that befits my state of mind...

 

THIS BE THE VERSE

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

  They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

   And add some extra, just for you. 

This is an image of the 1st Edition Printing

But they were fucked up in their turn

   By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

   And half at one another's throats. 

Man hands on misery to man.

   It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

   And don't have any kids yourself 




THIS BE THE VERSE was first published in the August 1971
issue of New Humanist, and appeared in the 1974 collection
High Windows, as pictured at right. 

You can help save books, poetry, and maybe me - though it's a long shot - 
all at the same time by purchasing your own brand new copy... 

or maybe find yourself a first edition at...

MelanieMiller'nSuch_HighWindows.com



SOURCE:
An_April_Sunday_brings_the_snow_Making_the. Dictionary.com. Columbia World of Quotations. Columbia University Press, 1996. http://quotes.dictionary.com/An_April_Sunday_brings_the_snow_Making_the (accessed: April 03, 2011).