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the archivist July 1, 2008

Introducing the new Bio-Optic Organized Knowledge (BOOK) BOOK is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology; no wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. It’s so easy to use even a child can operate it. Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere, even sitting in an armchair by the fire, […]

the archivist June 28, 2008

01. Look at the list and bold those you have read.02. Italicise those you intend to read03. Underline the books you LOVE.04. Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who’ve only read 6 and force books upon them. 001 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen002 The […]

the archivist June 21, 2008

This story made me cry: Pit bull abused by Michael Vick has new life as therapy dog.

the archivist May 13, 2008

This place is full of depressed, worn out, and bitter people. It will wear you out and, before you know it, you will be depressed and bitter too. Take a walk around and you will see what I mean. People are untidy and wearing wrinkled clothes, smelly winter coats full of cat hair, long untidy […]

the archivist January 24, 2008

While googling Illyria, Ohio, I came across this gem of a 19th century NY Times story: A SEVEN YEARS’ PURSUIT.; IN ABANDONED WIFE CAPTURES HER FAITHLESS HUSBAND. July 14, 1881, Wednesday Walter W. Winton, alias William Winthrop, son of the President of the Second National Bank of Scranton, Penn., was before Justice Bixby yesterday on a […]

the archivist March 6, 2007

Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt Bertolt Brecht Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt, ma soeur Als wie ich fortging von dir in jenem Abendrot. Der Wald schluckte mich, der blaue Wald, ma soeur Über dem immer schon die bleichen Gestirne im Westen standen. Ich lachte kein klein wenig, gar nicht, ma soeur […]

the archivist January 19, 2007

The White Horse D.H. Lawrence The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in silence. They are so silent, they are in another world.    

the archivist January 18, 2007

Locksley Hall Alfred, Lord Tennyson Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ‘t is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. ‘T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, […]

the archivist January 18, 2007

Gerard Manley Hopkins The Half-way House Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the drop of day. See, Love, I creep and Thou on wings dost ride: Love it is evening now and Thou away; Love, it grows darker here and Thou art above; Love, come down to me […]

the archivist January 18, 2007

Sonnet XIX: You Cannot Love Michael Drayton (1563-1631) To Humor You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? There was a time you told me that you would; But now again you will the same deny, If it might please you, would to God you could. What, will you hate? Nay, that you will not, […]

the archivist January 18, 2007

Easter, 1916 W. B. Yeats I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a […]

the archivist January 18, 2007

Kin to Sorrow Edna St. Vincent Millay AM I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow— And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigolds there? […]

the archivist January 18, 2007

Sonnet V Edna St. Vincent Millay IF I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again— Read from the back-page of a paper, say, Held by a neighbor in a subway train, How at the corner of this avenue And such a street (so are the papers filled) […]

the archivist January 18, 2007

Sonnet VII Edna St. Vincent Millay When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived […]