Microblogging some of the pleasures of life ― reading, books, poetry, music, food, wine.
Journal, photoblog, linkblog. Quotes, reminders and idle thoughts. A twitter of inconsequent vitality.
There are few songs for domesticity
For routine work, money-making or scholarship
Though these are apt for eulogy or tragedy.
And I would praise our adaptability
Who can spend years and years in offices and beds
Every morning twirling the napkin ring,
A twitter of inconsequent vitality.
And I would praise our inconceivable stamina
Who work to the calendar and maintain
The equilibrium of nerves and notions,
Our mild bravado in the face of time.
Those who ignore disarm. The domestic ambush
The pleated lampshade the defeatist clock
May never be consummated and we may never
Strike on the rock beneath the calm upholstering.
But some though buoyed by habit, though convoyed
By habitual faces and hands that help the food
Or help one with one’s coat, have lost their bearings
Struck hidden ice or currents no one noted.
One was found like Judas kissing flowers
And one who sat between the clock and the sun
Lies like a Saint Sebastian full of arrows
Feathered from his own hobby, his pet hours.
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Where did the name The Dim Pause come from?
How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mightiest poets and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
Fill the dim pause —
The fragment of poetry quoted above is by Percy Bysshe Shelley. The lines were written in a notebook, probably in March 1819. According to Mary Shelley, Shelley heard the Miserere in the Sistine Chapel on 30th March 1819 and, as he was reading Plutarch on that day, he was possibly reading him during the performance. The lines may reflect that. I certainly seem to (too often) experience ‘the dim pause’ of loss of concentration when reading - the familiarity made this fragment of verse memorable to me.