Amazing grace! How sweet the sound of Mark (the Acklen P.O. worker whom I annoyed once again with a phone call about my journal) when he said, "This is your lucky day! Somehow it's here now."
Hallelujah!
My journal has come safely home! My memories are not lost. Although, in this process of loss I learned that I carry a lot more with me than I thought I did.
Yippee!
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wow, i left my journal at mt. top a few years back and i didn't get it back- i had a lot of poetry and songs that i had written- BUMMER!!!! i know how you feel. glad youre getting it back.
Hi,
In reference to Auden and "Musee des Beaux Arts" -
I love the play on words - dreadful martyrdom meaning life, miraculous birth meaning death. And the concepts - that suffering is always a lonely endeavor, no matter how many witnesses you have. Also, I like the fact that most accomplices to suffering are completely detached from their acts - "the dog goes on with his doggy life" and "the torturer's horse" ... how unconcerned (even unaware) they are of the consequences of their actions.
And I agree with you about art inspiring more art ...
Stephanie G.
(PS I need to get your email address, so that all conversation doesn't have to be public =).
What had happened to your journal? I'd be nuts if I lost mine.
well, I think someone took for a while and read it probably before returning it to the P.O. lost & found. But at least I have it now . . .
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