Yes my brother I know,
The rest might not, but I have treasur’d every note,
For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding,
Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows,
Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights
after their sorts,
The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing,
I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,
Listen’d long and long.
Listen’d to keep, to sing, now translating the notes,
Following you my brother.
No matter how well others may do it, or how much they may save thereby, I should never paint, stain, or dye anything in a house. Whenever I do, even if I do it right, I make an error that cannot be repaired by me and that will cost more to have repaired than it would have done simply to hire out the job I was attempting to save by doing myself.
This has just happened, again.
Filed under Poetry, Songs
This is a really good performance. I have seen Frederica von Stade in this role, but later.
Yes, when the stars glisten’d,
All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop’d stake,
Down almost amid the slapping waves,
Sat the lone singer wonderful causing tears.
He call’d on his mate,
He pour’d forth the meanings which I of all men know.
I am always looking for brilliant new versions of Voi che sapete.
Voi che sapete
che cosa è amor,
s’io l’ho nel cuor;
s’io l’ho nel cor.
it always does amaze
or perhaps i should say hurriedly knowing
winking sighing but knowing oh knowing we ought to know
yet it always does amaze
it always amazes me when faculty
running and jumping breathlessly ask
why we might need freedom or
it always does
—z. z. cummings
Filed under Movement, News
From New York magazine:
According to a report by the French magazine L’Express, Mansouret recently revealed to the special prosecutor investigating Tristane’s case that she had a very real, very messy reason for advising her daughter as she did: her own sexual past with DSK.
Mansouret told the prosecutor that she had a single, violent sexual encounter with DSK in the OECD building in Paris, where he worked as special adviser to the organization’s secretary general. (“He took me with the vulgarity of a soldier,” were her exact words, according to the Daily Mail.) This apparently took place soon after DSK began working at the OECD in 2000; the alleged attack against Tristane Banon took place in 2002 — which means if the events occurred as the two women claim, barely two years elapsed between the incidents.
Mansouret kept the encounter secret at first — after all, she’d had sex with her best friend’s husband — but then in 2002 she got the phone call from Tristane, who claimed to have just escaped from the empty apartment where she says DSK locked the door and attacked her. Soon after, Mansouret called her friend Brigitte, who in turn confronted DSK. According to the report, he then confessed to Brigitte that he slept with Mansouret and went after her daughter.
Despite her daughter’s decision not to press charges at the time, Mansouret wanted to give DSK a piece of her mind, and the two met over a glass of wine in a bistro:
According to Anne Mansouret, DSK was sorry, he apologized for his behavior, saying he didn’t intend to harm Tristane. But, according to the young girl’s mother, he didn’t seem particularly worried about a complaint being filed.
And it gets even spicier. While Tristane and her mother were deciding whether or not to move forward with any judicial action, a Socialist Party politician, François Hollande, took an interest in the matter…. Tristane confirms that he did, in fact, give Banon a call; it’s unclear what he counseled her to do.
Hollande is expected to be called up by the special investigator any day now, according to Le Nouvel Observateur.
Read the whole thing.
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