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on The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches by Heinrich Hoffmann, on August 6In the original German, the girl is called Pauline and the cats are Minz and Maunz - The sad, dreadful story of the Match. Amazing how this old volume of semi horrible yet amusing children's verses is still popular in Germany today, even in the old lettering that's so hard to read (not in the illustration posted). But I guess if you're a pyro, this is the poem for you!
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on Bo-beh-o-bi Sang The Lips by Velimir Khlebnikov, on August 5I took the chain as meaning the chain of correspondences. All the other parts of the face that are mentioned are plural, so, to me, chin does not seem right and I would not change the translation without consulting someone who can read Russian.
It also reminded me of the idiom to rattle someone's chain and seemed funny to me the many times I have read this. -
on Bo-beh-o-bi Sang The Lips by Velimir Khlebnikov, on August 5I love this; even though it predates the internet, it seems so very contemporary in its comment on internet posting and correspondences - you can just barely make out that fuzzy face in the offing, (if at all!)that's behind it all - somewhere out there in that fifth dimension.
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on Richard Bone by Edgar Lee Masters, on August 4Richard Bone is sort of the key to the whole collection of "Spoon River Anthology" because it details the epitaphs that he (being Edgar Masters) was able to craft knowing the true nature of the townspeople he commemorates. It was Masters' job to write the epitaphs as it was Richard Bone's job to write what they wanted on the epitaphs, which are probably not a real reflection of the lives they lead - just the image of themselves that someone else wanted them to have in that mundane way of "beloved mother," etc... Masters does a wonderful job seeing the humanity in each person even when they possessed the less than admirable qualities that a typical epitaph omits. In this poem, Bone is somewhat dismayed at playing a part in perpetuating the myth of the townspeople because he was "influenced to hide" their real stories by the necessity of earning money.
