Moment of Zen: Naps

Sometimes, you just need a cat nap.


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The Recovery Begins

I really don’t have much to say today, but I’ll give an update on the flooding that occurred in Vermont the night before last. Much of Vermont did not suffer flooding to the extent they did last year. My town which had only minor flooding last year was hit pretty hard this time. At least three bridges collapsed and one apartment building (not in my apartment complex) partially collapsed when the road running alongside the building washed out redirecting a creek under half the building. The main road that I take to work is still closed this morning, and I hope it will reopen over the weekend.

I plan to spend the weekend inside reading. I hope all of you have a wonderful weekend!


Flooding

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of major flooding in Vermont. Also yesterday, the remnants of Hurricane Beryl came through Vermont, and we are once again dealing with widespread flooding. For the most part, it doesn’t seem as bad as last year; however, in the small town where I live has three bridges washed out. Last year, my town was lucky and did not have the flood damage seen in much of the state, but all roads leading out of town were closed for several days due to flooding.

According to the local news and the Vermont Department of Transportation, my usual route to work is closed this morning due to “multiple washouts.” I have an alternate route that is currently not closed (as far as I know) though it was closed last year due to flooding. So, it looks like I’ll be able to get to work. Rest assured, I will be careful, and I will not drive through water over the road way. If it looks sketchy, I will not risk it. 

It’s amazing that exactly one year later, we are experiencing some of the same flooding as before. Anyone who does not believe in global warming and its impact needs only to look at places like Vermont. Floods used to be rare in Vermont, now they are yearly. Hurricanes and their remnants rarely reach Vermont, yet we’ve seen major flooding numerous times over the past year alone. July and December of last year and July again this year saw major flooding in areas of Vermont.


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New Neurologist

I had an appointment with my new neurologist yesterday. He’s from Mexico and has a heavy accent that was a tad bit difficult to understand at times. He speaks very quickly, and I swear he occasionally slipped into Spanish. However, he was very nice, patient-oriented, and kind of humorous. He was impressed that I was so knowledgeable about my migraines. 

When I discussed with him the different techniques of the ladies who’ve been doing my Botox, he told me that he’s found that some medical professionals don’t get the injections in the correct places. He said that when he comes across a patient who isn’t seeing significant results from Botox, he will ask where they get their injections, and he often ends up doing the Botox himself. He said that if I was getting better results from one than the other, stick to the good one, and I told him that’s what I did when I scheduled future appointments.

On top of everything else, he’s very good looking. Nice, handsome, sexy accent, caring…what more could you ask for? 😂 I’m fortunate with both of my male doctors fit that category. Well my primary physician just has a nice voice and doesn’t really have an accent, but you get the point. They both make my visits to them a pleasant experience. I’ve seen a lot of doctors in my lifetime, and few of them have had those characteristics.


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Villanelle of Change

Villanelle of Change
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Since Persia fell at Marathon,
        The yellow years have gathered fast:
  Long centuries have come and gone.

    And yet (they say) the place will don
        A phantom fury of the past,
    Since Persia fell at Marathon;

    And as of old, when Helicon
        Trembled and swayed with rapture vast
    (Long centuries have come and gone),

    This ancient plain, when night comes on,
        Shakes to a ghostly battle-blast,
    Since Persia fell at Marathon.

    But into soundless Acheron
        The glory of Greek shame was cast:
    Long centuries have come and gone,

    The suns of Hellas have all shone,
        The first has fallen to the last:—
    Since Persia fell at Marathon,
    Long centuries have come and gone.

About the Poem

The poem begins with a reference to the Battle of Marathon, which took place in 490 BC. Edwin Arlington Robinson uses this historical event to establish a timeline for the poem and to show how the passage of time has changed the world. Robinson describes how the glory of Greece has faded over time, and how the suns of Hellas have all set.

The poem is, as the title suggests, a villanelle, which is one of my favorite poetic forms. I love highly structured poetic forms such as sonnets and villanelles. Villanelles are a French verse form consisting of five three-line stanzas and a final quatrain, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeating alternately in the following stanzas. These two refrain lines form the final couplet in the quatrain. The form’s repetition of lines suggests that the villanelle is often used, and properly used, to deal with one or another degree of obsession. Robinson often wrote his poems as villanelles.

The final line of “Villanelle of Change,” Long centuries have come and gone, is a reminder of the fleeting nature of time. The poem as a whole is a meditation on the power of time to change and destroy. It’s a complex and challenging poem, but it is also beautiful. The poem’s use of language is precise and evocative, and its structure is carefully crafted. Like many of Robinson’s poems, “Villanelle of Change” is a poem that will stay with you long after you have finished reading it. “The House on the Hill” is a haunting poem about an abandoned house. “Richard Cory” tells of a man who seemingly had everything but companionship, and I’ve never forgotten the shocking final quatrain. “Miniver Cheevy” describes a man who dreamed of living in long ago times and would have likely loved “Villanelle of Change” as it harkens back to a different time.

In comparison to Robinson’s other works, “Villanelle of Change” is a more subdued and reflective poem. It lacks the dramatic intensity of some of his other works, such as the three listed above, but it more than makes up for it with its subtle beauty and wisdom. “Villanelle of Change” is a poem that is well worth your time and attention.

About the Poet

On December 22, 1869, Edwin Arlington Robinson was born in Head Tide, Maine (the same year as W. B. Yeats
). His family moved to Gardiner, Maine, in 1870, which was renamed “Tilbury Town,” and became the backdrop for many of Robinson’s poems. Robinson described his childhood as stark and unhappy; he once wrote in a letter to Amy Lowell that he remembered wondering why he had been born at the age of six. After high school, Robinson spent two years studying at Harvard University as a special student, and his first poems were published in the Harvard Advocate.

Robinson privately printed and released his first volume of poetry, The Torrent and the Night Before, in 1896 at his own expense; this collection was extensively revised and published in 1897 as The Children of the Night. Unable to make a living by writing, he got a job as an inspector for the New York City subway system. In 1902, he published Captain Craig and Other Poems. This work received little attention until President Theodore Roosevelt wrote a magazine article praising it and Robinson. Roosevelt also offered Robinson a sinecure in a U.S. Customs House, a job he held from 1905 to 1910. Robinson dedicated his next work, The Town Down the River (1910), to Roosevelt.

Robinson’s first major success was The Man Against the Sky (1916). He also composed a trilogy based on Arthurian legends: Merlin (1917), Lancelot (1920), and Tristram (1927), which won a Pulitzer Prize in 1928. Robinson was also awarded a Pulitzer Prize for his Collected Poems (1921) in 1922 and The Man Who Died Twice (1924) in 1925. For the last twenty-five years of his life, Robinson spent his summers at the MacDowell Colony of artists and musicians in Peterborough, New Hampshire. Robinson never married and led a notoriously solitary lifestyle. He died in New York City on April 6, 1935.


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Busy Start

Today will be a busy and long day. I’m on the search committee for a job in another department, and our first on-campus interview is today. The interview will start around 10 am and will take up most of the rest of my work day. I’ve also been tasked with taking the candidate to dinner this evening. Needless to say, it’s going to be a long day.

I’m taking a day off tomorrow. I’ll be seeing my new neurologist. Originally, this appointment was set for October 31, but luckily, it was able to be moved up. I hope all will go well, and I’ll like the new doctor. The first replacement for my old neurologist was okay, but not too impressive. However, she did not stay at the Headache Clinic very long. So, I’ll see how this new one will be.

The rest of the week should be a bit easier. Other than a staff meeting on Wednesday afternoon, I have nothing else on my schedule, and for the first time in weeks, I have no projects on the horizon. I’ll probably be sending out invitations for speakers for the museum’s fall and spring programs. I have two commitments for the fall, I just have to nail down dates. I have other possibilities, and now I have to see if they are willing, available, and when.

I hope everyone has a wonderful week!