Margaret, Are You Grieving?

The only poem self remembers from high school days in Manila is this one by Gerard Manley Hopkins. She doesn’t know why, but the voice has stayed with her for ages and ages. She can recite the first four lines from memory.

Today, self decided to get out her camera and photograph the maple leaves in her front yard (They’ve been brilliant red all week — beautiful!).  She found herself saying —

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving
Leaves, like the things of man you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

When she was done with taking pictures, she came back inside and found the rest of the poem on Bartleby.com:

Ah, as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Maple leaves and variegated hydrangea by front steps

Same maple tree, but from a different angle

This one’s of a tree in self’s backyard.

Two rejections this week, but self was up for it: She had five straight acceptances — five new pieces, all to be published 2012, including a novella.  The latest acceptance was from Wigleaf.  You try for years and years, and sometimes years go by and you don’t get anything.  And then, a miracle like the Fall happens.  It just happens.

One of the rejections was from a journal in New York, signed by both editors. And saying, in handwritten blue ink: Promise you WILL try us again.

She knew something was up because it had been months and months.  Self started thinking: they either mis-placed it, or it made it past at least one round. And she thought: No, they’ve misplaced it. Because the story was “Crackers,” and it was 20 pages of wild. One of those stories she stayed up all night writing, because it came in such a rush.

Eyebags have been tremendous for weeks.  She wrote another story last night:  “The Not Particularly Likable Woman” — BWAH HA HA HA

That one’s done.  It was just hilarious.  Self wrote about standing in post office lines and what not.  What great fun.  To write about Pie in the Sky and the post office, in the same piece.  Imagine laughing and writing, simultaneously.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

The Bob Costas Interview with Sandusky

Self happened to catch it last night.  And it was searing, painful, gut-wrenching.

Costas asked Sandusky:  Are you a pedophile?  Do you enjoy having sex with under-age boys?

Sandusky replied, “I may have been guilty of horsing around in the shower … ” and “I enjoy young people, I love to be around them, but no, I am not sexually attracted to young boys.”

Horsing around?  Horsing around?

Costas revealed what Mike McQueary witnessed in 2002.  At first, self had the idea that McQueary was some kind of hero?  Because he took what he saw to a “higher authority,” which was the head coach, Joe Paterno.  But after Costas described exactly what McQueary saw, self wonders:  How could anyone, after witnessing something like that, stay quiet for nine years?  Self would have gone directly to the police!

Though it is extremely harrowing, self will try and link to the interview (conducted by phone).  WARNING:  Interview has some extremely graphic content. 

And then tell me if you don’t agree:  The $100,000 bail for Sandusky was criminally low.

Stay tuned.

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