While I was cleaning my desk, I realized that this poem — ”Ithaka” by C.P. Cavafy — really is the only decoration I’ve had in nine months at Weld. I chose wisely.
“Mucous: An adjective, not synonymous with the noun mucus. It’s worth noting this not only because the two words are fun but because so many people don’t know the difference. Mucus means the unmentionable stuff itself. Mucous refers to (1) something that makes or secretes mucus, as in ‘The next morning, his mucous membranes were in rocky shape indeed,’ or (2) something that consists of or resembles mucus, as in ‘The mucous consistency of its eggs kept the diner’s breakfast trade minimal.’”
“Literature is not different from life, it is part of life. And for someone like myself, The Odyssey is as much a part of nature as the Aegean.” —John Hollander
See, they return, and bring us with them."
I think I agree with this.
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n. the glint of goodness inside people, which you can only find by sloshing them back and forth in your mind until everything dark and gray and common falls away, leaving behind a constellation at the bottom of the pan—a rare element trapped in exposed bedrock, washed there by a storm somewhere upstream.
This seems like a very, very important idea in the development of English Romanticism. Good going, tumblr. It’s nice to have something thought-provoking in addition to the crucified Elmos.
Also see Carl Sagan echo the same sentiment in 1971.
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