Fraser-Fur&Wind-by Atlantisgrrrl

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to PAUL GROSS !!!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008, 7:50am DST NYC


HAPPY BIRTHDAY to PAUL GROSS, born April 30, 1959, with many thanks for all the joy your work has given me! Thanks for the memories! Hope you have a great day and that your life continues full of accomplishments and joy!

Love, max

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Beautiful weather!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008, 9:30am DST NYC


Another beautiful, sunny, good-temperature day today here in New York City! The sun is shining outside my window! My wonderful flowering tree has lost almost all its blossoms - pretty much a month to the day from when it started to flower - but I'm used to that! Flowering trees don't hold their blooms long....

My granddaughter Anisa will be dropped off this afternoon for another sleepover! Hope it goes well! If I'm up to the walking we'll go over to the main drag (Morris Park Avenue) and get pizza!

Here's Anisa:

 






And, for more fannish viewing pleasure, here are the boys!





(by bm-shipper)











(by JaneDavitt)



(by JaneDavitt)



(by Hariboo-smirks)

Have a great day, you guys!
Love, max
P.S. - I'm reading "The Wrong Side of Paris" by Honore de Balzac!!! Woo-woo! Grins!

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Poem from "My Boy Jack" film by David Haig

Monday, April 21, 2008, 7:35 pm DST NYC


I just watched on PBS a very fine movie called "My Boy Jack" (written by David Haig) about Rudyard Kipling's son John Kipling. At the end the following poem was recited. I think it's beautiful so I thought I'd share it with you all.

From “My Boy Jack” by David Haig

 

Have you news of my boy Jack?

    Not this tide.


When do you think that he’ll come back?

    Not with this wind blowing and this tide.


Has anyone else had word of him?

    Not this tide.

For what has sunk will hardly swim

    not with this wind blowing and this tide.

 

O dear, what comfort can I find?

    None this tide

    nor any tide.

Except he did not shame his kind

    not even with that wind blowing

    and that tide.

 

Then hold your head up all the more

    this tide and every tide.

Because he was the son you bore

    and gave to that wind blowing

    and that tide.


*** 

(I’m not sure whether David Haig wrote this or it was written by Rudyard Kipling and simply quoted

in the film.)


Love, max

 
ETA - Found out that this poem *is* by Rudyard Kipling and is titled "My Boy Jack" - what a surprise! Grin!
Thanks, hyperfocused!