May 24th, 2003

little review

Poem for Saturday

The Coming of Light
By Mark Strand


Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

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It's short and beautiful so you get it with no cut tag.

My husband came home with the first Matrix on DVD yesterday, though thus far we had somehow managed not to own it. Interestingly, it has gotten better since seeing The Matrix Reloaded. Then I discovered What Is The Matrix's Philosophy Page via The New York Times article Philosophers Draw On The Film Matrix and have been having some nostalgia for academia, even though in several cases my eyebrows were up around my hairline. I need to go look again at Aish.com's Jewish perspective Beyond the Matrix too. And more here.

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