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Poem for Tuesday and Temple of Doom

By Hart Crane

We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.

We will sidestep, and to the final smirk
Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb
That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,
Facing the dull squint with what innocence
And what surprise!

And yet these fine collapses are not lies
More than the pirouettes of any pliant cane;
Our obsequies are, in a way, no enterprise.
We can evade you, and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on.

The game enforces smirks; but we have seen
The moon in lonely alleys make
A grail of laughter of an empty ash can,
And through all sound of gaiety and quest
Have heard a kitten in the wilderness.


I did not have a vehicle today, since Adam needed the car to get to College Park in the morning and Paul had a dentist appointment after work -- Daniel went to an engineering exhibit with Paul's parents -- so since it was too hot and sticky for me to want to be outside anyway, I mostly stayed in. I am caught up on laundry! And the stovetop is kinda clean! And I have finally linked to all my Deep Space Nine retro reviews from the web page where I've had my original DS9 reviews since went out of business. I am sure this doesn't excite anyone but me, but here they are.

Adam came home from school sick to his stomach and had a miserable evening crashed on the couch. Since Cheryl was around -- online at least -- we decided to watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, which I'm sorry to report is as bad if not worse than I remembered (I owe Kingdom of the Crystal Skull an apology for having accused it of being just as bad; it's not even close). Kate Capshaw's dress is really the only good thing about her character. Here are some pics from the National Geographic Indiana Jones archaeology exhibit of Temple of Doom props, costumes, and clips:


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