This journal Tuesday, Oct. 28, 2014, at 5 PM ET:
"What is a tai chi master, and what is it that he unfolds?"
From an earlier post, Hamlet's father's ghost
on "the fretful porpentine":
Hamlet , Act 1, Scene 5 —
Ghost:
“I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood."
Galway Kinnell:
"I roll
this way and that in the great bed, under
the quilt
that mimics this country of broken farms and woods"
— "The Porcupine"
For quilt-block designs that do not mimic farms or woods,
see the cover of Diamond Theory . See also the quotations
from Wallace Stevens linked to in the last line of yesterday's
post in memory of Kinnell.
"… a bee for the remembering of happiness" — Wallace Stevens