Snow covered limbs along the creek side.

This afternoon I took a walk in the snow.

It is over 6 inches deep at 6 p.m. and still coming down.

Anyone know if #AVL broke the record today?

For this day, 5.4 inches is the record snowfall set in 1969 (via @WLOSphotog21).

25 DEC: Metaphors escape me as I walk outside in the snow.

25 DEC 2010: Walking barefoot on a snowy Christmas Day.

25 DEC 2010: Snow covered barn on Christmas Day.

True confession, I took this photo at noon, standing barefoot in the snow.

For Christmas Day

by Charles Wesley

 

Hark, how all the welkin rings,
“Glory to the King of kings;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil’d!”

Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
Universal nature say,
“Christ the Lord is born to-day!”

Christ, by highest Heaven ador’d,
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb!

Veil’d in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail th’ incarnate Deity!
Pleas’d as man with men to appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel here!

Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.

Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.

Now display thy saving power,
Ruin’d nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to thine.

Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp thy image in its place.
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

Let us thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the life, the inner man:
O, to all thyself impart,
Form’d in each believing heart.

(via Poetry Foundation)

25 DEC 2010: A snowy Carolina Christmas Day.

There’s about 5 inches at 2 p.m.

25 DEC 2010

It started snowing around 8 a.m. and by noon there is three inches.

The God We Hardly Knew

by Óscar Romero

 

No one can celebrate
a genuine Christmas
without being truly poor.
The self-sufficient, the proud,
those who, because they have
everything, look down on others,
those who have no need
even of God- for them there
will be no Christmas.
Only the poor, the hungry,
those who need someone
to come on their behalf,
will have that someone.
That someone is God.
Emmanuel. God-with-us.
Without poverty of spirit
there can be no abundance of God.

Mosaic of the Nativity (Serbia, Winter 1993)

by Jane Kenyon

 

On the domed ceiling God
is thinking:
I made them my joy,
and everything else I created
I made to bless them.
But see what they do!
I know their hearts
and arguments:

“We’re descended from
Cain. Evil is nothing new,
so what does it matter now
if we shell the infirmary,
and the well where the fearful
and rash alike must
come for water?”

God thinks Mary into being.
Suspended at the apogee
of the golden dome,
she curls in a brown pod,
and inside her the mind
of Christ, cloaked in blood,
lodges and begins to grow.

(via )

The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold

by Madeleine L’Engle

 

The winter is cold, is cold.
All’s spent in keeping warm.
Has joy been frozen, too?
I blow upon my hands
Stiff from the biting wind.
My heart beats slow, beats slow.
What has become of joy?

If joy’s gone from my heart
Then it is closed to You
Who made it, gave it life.
If I protect myself
I’m hiding, Lord, from you.
How we defend ourselves
In ancient suits of mail!

Protected from the sword,
Shrinking from the wound,
We look for happiness,
Small, safety-seeking, dulled,
Selfish, exclusive, in-turned.
Elusive, evasive, peace comes
Only when it’s not sought.

Help me forget the cold
That grips the grasping world.
Let me stretch out my hands
To purifying fire,
Clutching fingers uncurled.
Look! Here is the melting joy.
My heart beats once again.

Into The Darkest Hour

by Madeleine L’Engle

 

It was a time like this,
War & tumult of war,
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss-
and yet there came the star
and the child most wonderfully there.

It was time like this
of fear & lust for power,
license & greed and blight-
and yet the Prince of bliss
came into the darkest hour
in quiet & silent light.

And in a time like this
how celebrate his birth
when all things fall apart?
Ah! Wonderful it is
with no room on the earth
the stable is our heart.

Advent

by Donald Hall

 

When I see the cradle rocking
What is it that I see?
I see a rood on the hilltop
Of Calvary.

When I hear the cattle lowing
What is it that they say?
They say that shadows feasted
At Tenebrae.

When I know that the grave is empty,
Absence eviscerates me,
And I dwell in a cavernous, constant
Horror vacui.

(via Poetry Foundation)

Norwegian sunset

myscenicworld: Norwegian sunset…

it’s okay. he is a friendly snowman.

there is a runaway snowman in the neighborhood.

we found his tracks.

12 DEC 2010

#avl #avlwx #avlsnomg

History of Social Media

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You might be from Wisconsin if

…your name is Frank [1] and people are trying to kill you and a film critic calls you ‘Mr. Calm.’ [2]

This morning I read a review of ‘The Tourist.’ [3] It’s funny. To me, anyway. The reviewer writes, Depp ‘completely botches the movie, making Frank Mr. Calm when he should be freaking out about all the people trying to kill him.’ [4] A few things come to mind:

  1. Frank is a character from Wisconsin. [5] And he’s in Venice. [6] Of course he’s calm. He’s thawing out. In Venice.
  2. Frank’s character is a math teacher. [7] (Yay for math teachers.) Imagine Dr. Charles Edward Eppes [8] from Wisconsin (rather than California)  thawing out in Venice and calculating the trajectory of bad-guy bullets [9] with the uncertainty of being hit by bad-guy bullets. [10]
  3. People from Wisconsin, especially math teachers, don’t freak out. Unless it’s regarding an upsetting Packer game where the Bears mop up Lambeau Field with the green and gold. [11]
  4. Finally, all us Wisconsin guys look like Johnny Depp. [12] Right ladies? All guys look just like Johnny Depp, when we’re in Venice. I think it has something to do with the Italian climate. (When we’re in Wisconsin, we sort of look like Chris Farley. [13])

Ok, so ‘The Tourist’ isn’t really a film about Wisconsin. Maybe if it was more about Wisconsin it would get better reviews from film critics.

[1] Johnny Depp plays the character Frank a math teacher from Wisconsin in the film ‘The Tourist.’ [2] Reading a movie review on a Friday morning after eating organic ‘frosted toaster pastries’ is as banal as the movie review. [3] Nevertheless, the reviewer brings up a good question. I’m still searching for the question. [4] Even though the reviewer writes for a Chicago outlet, it doesn’t mean he understands male Wisconsin math teachers. [5] Current temperature in my adopted hometown, is a balmy 19°F. [6] Current temperature in Venice, Italy, frigid 43°F. [7] I suppose you could always work in the patent office. [8] Dr. Eppes, author of ‘Friendship, As Easy as Pi.’ [9] Numb3rs, Episode 109: Trajectory or Episode 612: Arm and arms. [10] Numb3rs, Episode 102: Uncertainty Principle. [11] Yeah, I know that was awhile ago, but Green Bay fans still freak out when the Bears beat the Packers at Lambeau Field. I mean, it’s LAMBEAU FIELD. Full disclosure: I’ve never actually been to Lambeau Field. I drove by it once or twice, but you can’t really see it from the highway. And yes, it is possible to live in Wisconsin and never visit the sacred ground of Lambeau Field. [12] ‘There is a little Bugs Bunny in all of us.’ [13] ‘In Madison, it’s a neighborhood story.’

Chaos. German style.

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I’m looking for a hat that looks like this.

So yeah, I think the TV interview went well

That is, until the interviewer realized I wasn’t Viggo [1] Mortensen [2]. The irony is that I don’t have a television and haven’t for years. And cable. Well, I think maybe I had cable service about a decade ago to watch the Olympics. So I was a bit embarrassed when the interviewer asked me if I had seen her show.

What the interviewer found fascinating is that the event I helped organize with two other people was promoted exclusively through social media and word of mouth. Most people who manage events work up a press release and send it to local print, radio, and television outlets. And in turn, local newspapers, radio and television stations pick up local entertainment news and add it to the calendar of events to fill in programming space. But that’s not how three people on a September afternoon began to plan an event.

Three weeks after that September afternoon, sixty people attended an invite-only poetry reading, book-signing and jazz show on a Friday night with almost no coverage [3] by the Mountain Xpress or Asheville Citizen-Times. The event was so far under the radar that it didn’t garner a mention on Ashvegas’s Asheville Hot Sheet [4]. To be honest, at the time I didn’t know if an event publicized exclusively through Twitter and Facebook and word-of-mouth would work. But it did. And I guess that’s why I was invited to a television interview regarding that event.

One comment made during the taping of the interview hasn’t left me. I don’t recall who said it, but someone observed that if poets watched a lot of television there would be less poetry in the world. Television has been around for at least 85 years. Most people reading this have grown up with access to television. This means most of you — specifically Gen-X and younger — grew up in a mass media culture. Interestingly, less than 60 years ago, the poet T.S. Eliot packed an university gymnasium with 15,000 people [5] to hear him lecture about literary criticism. Not exactly what you might call primetime broadcast material. At the time Eliot delivered his lecture, the average American earned a salary of $5300. A car cost $2100. A color television set cost between $500 to $1000 and a gallon of gasoline cost $0.30. [6] Cable television was on the horizon [7], but like network television it was only just becoming accessible to most Americans.

Now, an average gallon of gasoline costs $2.81. The average annual salary is $42,000. [8] And it seems ironic that now a cable television program may be making poetry more accessible to Americans. [9]

[1] Poet, painter and, oh, yeah, an actor. [2] He founded Perceval Press to publish his own books and CDs as well as other artist, poets, musicians and photographers. [3] Full disclosure, Mountain Xpress Blogwire did mention the event twice, but it’s not quite the same as opening a copy of Mountain Xpress on a Wednesday afternoon and reading a nice piece by Alli Marshall or one of the other writers covering Asheville’s vibrant entertainment scene. [4] There is always a lot of entertainment going on in Asheville. So I don’t fault Ashvegas for neglecting to mention an event that was not publicized in the traditional manner on the Asheville Hot Sheet. Maybe the event might get a mention if Dehlia Low or the Avett Brothers were part of it.  [5] Is there a poet alive today that could lecture about literary criticism and pack out a gymnasium?. [6] When I look through the television history archives, I can help thinking that a lot of those old television screens were not much larger than an iPhone screen. [7] Now that there is Netflix, will that be the end of cable television? [8] I wonder if the average American salary includes under-employed and unemployed Americans? [9] Estimated viewership of local cable television ranges between 150,000 to 180,000.

The Atlantic first cover

theatlantic:  On this day in 1857, The Atlantic was born. Our first cover.