wounded Warriors

Quiet morning ... M is asleep. GuntherDog sacked out beside me ...rereading exchanges on a number of listservs and discussion groups and what I've written, here ... Impressed by what wonded warriors we are/I am. I'm not a person who thinks much about things outside of space-time but I choose to hang out with those who do. Our weltanschauungen, our world views, seem to align. I like their literature and their liturgies and their sacred spaces .... the literary folk talk of 'necessary illusions' in writing .... I suppose that there are necessary illusions in living. A youngest grandspawn of mine offers up: "I am a princess!" She's three and a half and that half a year is very important in the development of fantasy life. She is the product and the first one of her middle-aged Dad, Poppai, as she calls him in her Portugese ... her King, I suppose ... mine and M's older son ... and her somewhat younger Mommai. .................... ..................... I could figure out how to dissuade her from her phantasmagorical nonsense: "you cannot be a Princess for your Poppai is really not King." ................... ................... I think I'll just buy her a tiara, instead. ................... ................... It was Poe, that Delmore Schwartz lost soul from a previous century who screamed at science in his sonnet to her ... I recall bits: .... "science. True daughter of Old time thou art. .... Why preyest thou on the poet's heart, Vulture whose wings are dull realities" .... he ends by accusing Science of attempting to steal from him his "Summer Dream beneath the Tamarind Tree." A brief poem by Stephen Crane arises from junior high school, as well. Might go like this: I saw a man pursuing the horizon. Round and round they sped. I accosted him. I said: you can never. 'you lie,' he cried and ran on. .................. I was mesmerized in junior high school by the 'round and round THEY sped' ..... by that singular word that suggested that the man and the horizon were in some joint enterprise, Guess that I still am ... a little distortion of reality never hurt anyone, ay? Like with us Players in the Last Quarter ... covered in sweat and mud .... not being able to see the clock .... LOL ..... in the middle of the night, really not being able to see the clock and not being able to remember the name of that movie!