The common table

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L i l l i a n

Gish Film Theater :: Bowling Green State University

Bowling Green, Ohio

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Not because of victories

I sing,

having none,

but for the common sunshine,

the breeze,

the largess of the spring.

Not for victory

but for the day's work done

as well as I was able;

not for a seat upon the dais

but at the common table.

= Charles Reznikoff =

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Happy Wednesday

The arena of their loves

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M i n e

Greg at Hopelands

Aiken, South Carolina

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My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves

That make my roof the arena of their loves,

That gyre about the gable all day long

And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song:

Our house, they say; and mine, the cat declares

And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs;

And mine the dog, and rises stiff with wrath

If any alien foot profane the path.

So, too, the buck that trimmed my terraces,

Our whilom gardener, called the garden his;

Who now, deposed, surveys my plain abode

And his late kingdom, only from the road.

= Robert Louis Stevenson =

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Happy Tuesday

I have remembered when the winter came

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H o l d i n g   P a t t e r n

Main Street

Columbia, South Carolina

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Within the circuit of this plodding life,
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring strews them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievances.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of summer past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnswort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee’s long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial, — purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God’s cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter’s task again.

= Henry David Thoreau =

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Happy Monday

Eyes to see them

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A   W i n d i n g   P a t h   b u t   C l e a r

State House Grounds

Columbia, South Carolina

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All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small

All things wise and wonderful

The Lord God made them all

Each little flower that opens

Each little bird that sings

God made their glowing colors

And made their tiny wings

The purple-headed mountains

The river running by

The sunset and the morning

That brightens up the sky

The cold wind in the winter

The pleasant summer sun

The ripe fruits in the garden

God made them every one

God gave us eyes to see them

And lips that we might tell

How great is God Almighty

Who has made all things well.

= Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895) =

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For by him were all things created, that are in heaven,

and that are in earth, visible and invisible,

whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities,

or powers: all things were created by him,

and for him: and he is before all things,

and by him all things consist.

Colossians 1:16-17

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Happy Sunday

While it and I lap one Air

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I r o n c l a d   P r o o f

Erica at Elmwood

Columbia, South Carolina

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While it is alive

Until Death touches it

While it and I lap one Air

Dwell in one Blood

Under one Sacrament

Show me Division can split or pare --

Love is like life -- merely longer

Love is like Death, during the Grave

Love is the fellow of the Resurrection

Scooping up the dust and chanting "Live"!

= Emily Dickinson =

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Happy Saturday