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big red riding hood

“Grandma! What big feet you have!”

“All the better to cover you with, my child!”

And with that, the Big Bad Weather jumped out of his grandma-clothes and consumed Big Red Riding Hood with the largest foot of snow she’d ever seen!

But a huntsman in the woods nearby heard Big Red Riding Hood’s cries for help, and rushed up the hill. There lay the Big Bad Weather, fast asleep. Hastily, he took his shovel, and began to shovel the snow off Big Red Riding Hood.

All through the night he shoveled, but the snow was so thick that when day came, it seemed he’d only dusted some snow off her head.

But Big Red Riding Hood knew that being devoured by the Big Bad Weather was no excuse to skip school. And so, after hibernating in the snow for an additional hour in the morning just for good measure, she thanked the huntsman, mustered all her strength, and dragged her reluctant student body to class.

And they all lived happily ever after. The End.

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yes

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

e e cummings

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castles in the sand

We’ve found each other.
Half surprised, bashful,
We stand together alone,
Then bend to build a sanctuary
Around us,
Defining this, projecting that,
Like children on the beach
Building castles in the sand,
“To protect us from the sea,”
We say.
“This is our cove, our love,
Us two, you, me, we…”
When beyond our walls we hear a voice,
Then see our Father’s face,
An intrusion,
Coarse, like the sands beneath our tender feet.
“Playtime’s over, kids,” and we kick, sulk,
We do not want to leave, to give
Up what we have so recently
Received.
We frown, displeasure in our brows,
As the Father gently sweeps our castles
Off their feet, then,
Eyes widening,
Watch
As from beneath the sands He raises blocks of stone
Where once our shaky spires stood, piling
One atop the other, beautiful
Temple around the
Cornerstone.
“Thus shall you love, thus shall you live,
Not as the world, but as the Word.
For I have given once, and shall I not once more,
If you would but give in, shall I not
Give?”

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one-and-twenty

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.” (more…)

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connu sous le nom de (a.k.a.):
Les rêveries du promeneur solitaire sur le bord du printemps

What follows is not so much a translation as a transposition

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It’s the end of Winter Break. Tomorrow, Spring Term begins even though spring time has not yet come. But it is the beginning of something new, nonetheless, and coming down from Minnesota to Ithaca, it does feel as if, not that spring has come, but that I have come to spring.

On the way back from the Commons after a serendipitous purchase, I forget I’m on a different bus, and end up in a corner of the school I have never seen before. And since I’m in no hurry, it being an hour before dinner, I decide to take a walk.

(more…)

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you and i are not snobs

you and I are not snobs. We can never be born enough. We are human beings;for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery,the mystery of growing:which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life,for eternal us,is now,and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything,catastrophic included.

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn,a human being

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question

– Introduction of New Poems, e.e. cummings

it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and
ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than the squarerootofminusone. You and I are human
beings;mostpeople are snobs. Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to mostpeople? Catastrophe
unmitigated.

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  1. You hear a deeeep low singing voice.
    • 0.001% chance of it being a girl. I don’t want to consider the alternative.
  2. You don’t see the top of a short-haired head over the cubicle wall
    • 20%. It may just be a short guy.
  3. You smell a strong, sweet scent of shampoo
    • 40%. Some guys want to smell nice, too.
  4. You DO see the top of a long-haired head over the cubicle wall
    • 60%. Chance of tall girl > chance of long-haired boy.
  5. You see a girly towel draped over the cubicle wall
    • 80%. Don’t ask me to define “girly”. You’ll know it when you see one.
  6. You come into the toilet and find the shower cubicle occupied; you do your business, go back to dorm to take your shower equipment, take a shower, go back to take your toothbrush etc., brush your teeth, floss, shave, and are about to leave the toilet when you realize that the cubicle is still occupied by the same person.
    • 99.999% !!!

(Disclaimer: Percentages have not been empirically tested.)

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