vocab (Thanks to Freud, Lowell, Dante)

bocardo n. (Logic) A form of syllogism of which the first and third propositions are particular negatives, and the middle term a universal affirmative [For years I’ve been trying to find the exact device, for when you say “near and far” to mean “everywhere” — I swear there’s a better word for it than this but perhaps not! (This is certainly a nifty enough word)] maunder, v. 1. To beg2. To grumble, mutter, moan3. To move or act in a dreamy, idle, or purposeless manner; to dawdle. Freq. with along, away, over.4. trans. To fritter away (one’s time, life, etc.).5….

vocab (Thanks to Freud, Lowell, Dante)

bocardo n. (Logic) A form of syllogism of which the first and third propositions are particular negatives, and the middle term a universal affirmative [For years I’ve been trying to find the exact device, for when you say “near and far” to mean “everywhere” — I swear there’s a better word for it than this but perhaps not! (This is certainly a nifty enough word)] maunder, v. 1. To beg2. To grumble, mutter, moan3. To move or act in a dreamy, idle, or purposeless manner; to dawdle. Freq. with along, away, over.4. trans. To fritter away (one’s time, life, etc.).5….

Robert Lowell

All my favorite Robert Lowell poems in one place, just in case I need them. Which I often do. ON THE END OF THE PHONE My sidestepping and obliquities, unableto take the obvious truth on any subject—why do I do what I do not want to say,able to understand and not to hear?Your rapier voice—I have had so much—hundred words a minute, piercing and trilling…the invincible lifedrive of everything alive,ringing down silver dollars with each word….Love wasn’t what went wrong, we kept our daughter;What a good father is is no man’s boast—to be still friends when we’re no longer children….Why…

Robert Lowell

All my favorite Robert Lowell poems in one place, just in case I need them. Which I often do. ON THE END OF THE PHONE My sidestepping and obliquities, unableto take the obvious truth on any subject—why do I do what I do not want to say,able to understand and not to hear?Your rapier voice—I have had so much—hundred words a minute, piercing and trilling…the invincible lifedrive of everything alive,ringing down silver dollars with each word….Love wasn’t what went wrong, we kept our daughter;What a good father is is no man’s boast—to be still friends when we’re no longer children….Why…

Robert Lowell

Am currently reading Robert Lowell’s collected, and having that experience where a writer who previously seemed lifeless to me, suddenly seems utterly gripping and poignantly odd, fantastic, even – Anyway, I’m at “Life Studies” and I do realize things might go downhill from here, but all I really want to point out are these bizarre and amazing little snippets that punctuate his often oddly enjambed or rhymed or seemingly well-formed pieces – It’s as if snark and genius just shimmer in the otherwise fairly normal surface of his poems: “watery martini pipe dreams” “grasshopper notes of genius!” “fauve ooze for…

Robert Lowell

Am currently reading Robert Lowell’s collected, and having that experience where a writer who previously seemed lifeless to me, suddenly seems utterly gripping and poignantly odd, fantastic, even – Anyway, I’m at “Life Studies” and I do realize things might go downhill from here, but all I really want to point out are these bizarre and amazing little snippets that punctuate his often oddly enjambed or rhymed or seemingly well-formed pieces – It’s as if snark and genius just shimmer in the otherwise fairly normal surface of his poems: “watery martini pipe dreams” “grasshopper notes of genius!” “fauve ooze for…