tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post645442775502302243..comments2023-04-16T15:39:24.835+01:00Comments on Gardening Leave: The White Tower - Part IJonathan Chanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-8685417625373796242014-02-07T19:04:39.459+00:002014-02-07T19:04:39.459+00:00You're timing is always immaculate. Coming in,...You're timing is always immaculate. Coming in, after a day of holding the responsibility thing together - quite a strain, your comment lifted the spirits tremendously. Thank you Tom. Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-892482108737458692014-02-07T11:00:05.988+00:002014-02-07T11:00:05.988+00:00You are years ahead of me on this front (responsib...You are years ahead of me on this front (responsible adulthood, that is), I fear, Jonathan.<br /><br />For example, much as a daft slightly blind schoolboy, I persist in seeing words that aren't there.<br /><br />E.g., had to go back three times to make sure I wasn't "seeing things" when I imagined the post to be leading us toward arcane auguries of some sort, with the first clue coming in the word "entrails".<br /><br />And indeed I WAS "seeing things", as it turned out.<br /><br />But... interesting things.<br /><br />That's what all inattentive schoolchildren habitually claim, of course.<br /><br />Shall be staying tuned to further instalments, as befits a modest learner.<br /><br />(Though it may be well too late...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-73638351671584775732014-02-05T19:04:50.712+00:002014-02-05T19:04:50.712+00:00Well, I am glad that you remembered this poem and ...Well, I am glad that you remembered this poem and took the trouble to send it to me. <br /><br />Thank you Erin.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-91171028565582176192014-02-05T04:33:38.273+00:002014-02-05T04:33:38.273+00:00your piece brought to mind this jack gilbert poem ...your piece brought to mind this jack gilbert poem but i had to go a bit bonkers to remember exactly which poem it was.<br /><br />The Danger of Wisdom<br />By Jack Gilbert<br /><br />We learn to live without passion.<br />To be reasonable. We go hungry<br />amid the giant granaries<br />this world is. We store up plenty<br />for when we are old and mild.<br />It is our strength that deprives us.<br />Like Keats listening to the doctor<br />who said the best thing for<br />tuberculosis was to eat only one<br />slice of bread and a fragment<br />of fish each day. Keats starved<br />himself to death because he yearned<br />so desperately to feast on Fanny Brawne.<br />Emerson and his wife decided to make<br />love sparingly in order to accumulate<br />his passion. We are taught to be<br />moderate. To live intelligently.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com