Happy Halloween . . .

Yes, it’s a repeat, but I still love it. Plus I’ve added a wonderful Tim Burton one and some singing zombies . . .



Music by . . . The Zombies


Sandy Update:

Water reached a record level outside Bayford Oyster Co.’s shucking building on the Eastern Shore of Virginia, photographed Monday afternoon, Oct. 29, 2012. (Brian J. Clark | The Virginian-Pilot)

Just to let you know

We have been very fortunate here in Hampton Roads. I have not heard of any major power outages or casualties. That’s not to say that there wasn’t flooding because there was. Just a bit to the north, people were not so lucky. If you’re interested in reading the local assessment, click here.

In our house, everything is fine. The door weathered the wind. No big tree limbs. All in all, we were spared. Thanks to everyone who voiced concern.

Large waves roll in behind the King Neptune statue at Neptune Park in Virginia Beach on Monday, Oct. 29, 2012. (L. Todd Spencer | The Virginian-Pilot)

“Time is a storm in which we are all lost.” ~ William Carlos Williams


Two for Tuesday: William Carlos Williams and Wallace Stevens

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

~ William Carlos Williams


The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

~ Wallace Stevens


Nuances of a Theme by Williams

It’s a strange courage
You give me, ancient star:

Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part!

Shine alone, shine nakedly, shine like bronze
that reflects neither my face nor any inner part
of my being, shine like fire, that mirrors nothing.

Lend no part to any humanity that suffuses
you in its own light.
Be not chimera of morning,
Half-man, half-star.
Be not an intelligence,
Like a widow’s bird
Or an old horse.

~ Wallace Stevens

(The first four lines consist of a complete Williams poem, “El Hombre” from Al Que Quiere (1917), in its turn possibly inspired by Keats’ “Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art”)


Music by Dan Auerbach, “Trouble Weighs a Ton”