2006 / October 4^th/ Turn off your computer

Amidst the start of school, a poem from William Wordsworth: The Tables Turned

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear you looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun, above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your Teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless–
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings,
our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:–
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

I’m going outside.

P.S. Something is brewing yet again. Soon.

1. 

   Ranjani

   October 6^th | #

   Something about that Wordsworth poem really strikes a chord with me, overburdened as I am. There is a lot of nature that we seldom get to see if we can barely see past the clutter of our lives, which is strange because everything is compacted into nature. But enough of that.

   And I love the pinkness - it makes me happy to find a new pink site almost every day :)

2. 

   J R Mortland III (Bob)

   October 11^th | #

   Yeah, something is brewing yet again, soon!

3. 

   Caleb

   February 24^th | #

   Sounds like you’ll be ready for Shutdown Day.

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