… here, she goes in for some surgery tomorrow. She thanks her readers for their kind wishes.
She should be fine, but she’ll be out of it for a day or two.
UD‘s notorious for posting every day. But I very much doubt I’ll be able to post tomorrow.
I mean, maybe I can post tomorrow… But my subject matter is unlikely to be very universityesque.
More like Wow …. Look ……… My own …. personal …. handheld …. morphine dispenser …
Anyway, ne quittez pas.
August 11th, 2011 at 11:14PM
sending our best!
August 12th, 2011 at 3:41AM
All best wishes!
August 12th, 2011 at 7:06AM
rest, heal, and return
As One Listens To The Rain
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
water that is air, air that is time,
the day is still leaving,
the night has yet to arrive,
figurations of mist
at the turn of the corner,
figurations of time
at the bend in this pause,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
without listening, hear what I say
with eyes open inward, asleep
with all five senses awake,
it’s raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,
air and water, words with no weight:
what we are and are,
the days and years, this moment,
weightless time and heavy sorrow,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
wet asphalt is shining,
steam rises and walks away,
night unfolds and looks at me,
you are you and your body of steam,
you and your face of night,
you and your hair, unhurried lightning,
you cross the street and enter my forehead,
footsteps of water across my eyes,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
the asphalt’s shining, you cross the street,
it is the mist, wandering in the night,
it is the night, asleep in your bed,
it is the surge of waves in your breath,
your fingers of water dampen my forehead,
your fingers of flame burn my eyes,
your fingers of air open eyelids of time,
a spring of visions and resurrections,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
the years go by, the moments return,
do you hear the footsteps in the next room?
not here, not there: you hear them
in another time that is now,
listen to the footsteps of time,
inventor of places with no weight, nowhere,
listen to the rain running over the terrace,
the night is now more night in the grove,
lightning has nestled among the leaves,
a restless garden adrift-go in,
your shadow covers this page.
Octavio Paz
August 12th, 2011 at 8:20AM
for your readers in the meantime:
http://www.newappsblog.com/2011/08/the-big-picture-in-university-funding.html
August 12th, 2011 at 9:09AM
best wishes
August 12th, 2011 at 9:12AM
Rest well, recover fast UD!
August 12th, 2011 at 10:10AM
Get well soon!
August 12th, 2011 at 6:39PM
When You’re Not Here
When you are ill,
our sun goes under a cloud.
Your presence in our lives
is such a bright joy
that everything seems in shadow
when you’re not here.
When you aren’t feeling well,
we feel the lack
of your glowing energy
and contagious vitality.
When you are sick
we feel incomplete,
like a jigsaw puzzle
with a missing piece;
Please rest,
take good care of yourself,
and feel better.
We miss you
and want you back.
Get well soon.
By Joanna Fuchs
August 13th, 2011 at 12:36AM
Good luck and best wishes for a speedy recovery!
August 13th, 2011 at 5:57PM
Good luck, Margaret! Hope it goes very well and you’re back at your keyboard tout suite.
August 13th, 2011 at 11:31PM
UD, best of luck. And don’t skimp on that hand-held morphine machine! The nurses told me it’s easier to deal with pain before it builds up.