I am re-posting this from two years ago.
Why this recycling? I will be away for a couple of days at a conference. Too bad that I am leaving the Valley when it is going to be awesomely sunny, warm, spring days. And the clouds and rain will be back when I return! Oh well, a man has got to do what a man has got to do ;)
April is National Poetry Month.
Did they choose this month in order to counter TS Eliot's "April is the cruellest month"? ;)
Here are thirty different things you can do to observe, celebrate, a month of poetry.
This dull, boring, prosaic person will sample a verse or two.
as he followed Vienna's back streets home,
Mozart paused, startled, by a pet shop door
and listened to the allegretto theme
from his own piano concerto in G-Major
repeated by a starling in a cage.
He'd written it only five weeks before—
had God given them both the same message?
He counted out thirty-four copper Kreutzer.
Pleasure was like the iridescent sheen
in the dark plumage: an imagination livelier,
perhaps, more fecund and ready than his own!
He entered this in his new quarto accounts ledger,
but where the price should go, he wrote the tune
instead—transcribed it a second time, rather—
and then, in his small hand, wrote Das war schön.