Okay … nothing really here. But you can go to Brandon’s site and visit him there. He has some very nifty design stuff there. He hasn’t been updating it recently though. Guess UCLA takes up a bit of his time. Still, it’s certainly worth a visit!
http://users.design.ucla.edu/~ruffian/
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The poets among us are so far from sane
and the time that they take for one word is a shame.
They fret and they ponder, they weep and they whine
for what might become one poor iambic line.
The authors among us are better perhaps;
they dump fifteen pages at once in our laps.
But still when a poet goes [...]
***My state of mind
Today I purchased a boxed set of Simon & Garfunkel. I don’t know why, but I was in the mood to do so. So I’m listening and it’s making me sad and takes me back to my younger days. Somehow their music can touch my heart. Much of what I’m hearing is [...]
***Another Day on which to Pray for Peace
And so I do. I believe in God. And I believe that God is in control. I also believe that I should pray. In fact I believe we are commanded to pray. So today, and the days to come, I will pray for peace, to the God of [...]
***A Good Morning
I had a most fabulous time with my “poetry pals” today. There are four of us. I love the other three; I can’t think of a better way to spend a morning. We talked about sapphics today. Maybe I’ll post some sapphic-type lines here later just to prove that I still remember the [...]
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Together we attempt preparation. We study
and research, equipping ourselves for unknown
results. Cancer speaks in negative numbers–
of percentages, scores, grades, and stages,
as if some mathemetician is in control
of outcome. I long to pass this test, stand
in your place, take away all frightening digits
and replace them with positives, but no one
seems able to give me the answers. [...]
The two week trip finally amounted to this:
one long cry up to the top of Mt. Whitney.
Tears came crashing down it seemed, down,
as we made our way up higher, step by step.
Plodding in heavy boots, but lighter,
with pack removed, than I’d been for weeks,
still thick sorrow seemed to blanket me.
Armed only with a [...]
I offer you my hand, a clenched fist,
as I offer you my heart: tight and hard.
You hold my hand in your warm palm
and gently, slowly, pry each finger up.
“Your fist,” you say, “is you alone.”
You smile as you entwine your fingers
in mine. “And now, is us together.”
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(based on Men at Forty
by Donald Justice)
Women at forty
still wear pigtails
and use roller skates.
They are just unseen.
When they rise early
to prepare the breakfasts
and bag multiple lunches
they pretend to be old.
In the middle of the night,
when small feet flutter into the room
and little bodies crawl into their arms,
they act unafraid.
They often play dress-up,
step into uncomfortably high [...]