Under the Sign of Saturn

Under the Sign of Saturn: Essays by Susan Sontag

My review

Susan Sontag's collection of appreciations inspires me to read more, and to write better. I love the way she is able to say interesting and un-cliche things about authors that seem "untouchable" to regular people like myself. I'd recommend the title essay "Under the Sign of Saturn" first, as it is the most accessible.


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June

June is an important month in the yearly cycle.

It is the halfway point in the calendar.

It is the beginning of Summer.

The Summer solstice and my favorite Sabbot is the 21st (Litha).

Irises and roses are beginning and about to POP open.

Thunder and Lightning Storms...

Question, help!

Why does this blogging program/website un-format my poetry? why can I not indent and have line breaks? Does anyone know how? Help help help.

Atmosphere

My apartment is cold cold cold. Burlington is cloudy and a little chilly but my house is dank. It amazes me how much atmosphere matters to me, especially when I need to do homework. Should I turn on some music, turn the heat on, and tidy up the clutter? Go outside for a walk and ignore my work, attempt to find something for Mother's Day? Drink more coffee? Oh, the options! I find myself constantly displeased with the atmosphere of this particular apartment. I think it has something to do with the computers on the table. Maybe it's time to pull the carpets up...maybe it's time for change...

Falls

Water...I went to Southern VT to see the sights and visit with my mother. My chest is sunburned and my head is cleared.

Cabin Fever

Today I was walking to work and the sun was shining, I was sweating a little under my jacket and the breeze was a tolerable temperature. It was all quite blissfull. Then, while strolling under a tree, white things began to fall upon my head. At first I thought there something coming from the tree, and then I realized that this was HAIL. Actual, real hail on a perfectly lovely sunny, blue sky day. It was pretty.

Now, I am sitting at my desk at work, all of the nurses are irritable, and apparently I look "tired" (I'm not). Day five is always the hardest. There is only so much a girl can take and microwaving macaroni and cheese (smelly fake cheese no less) is not what I want to be doing with my time. My mood is pretty grumpy. Can you tell?

Burlington is stagnant. My job is stupid. Creativity has been zapped.

My brother sent me this Calvin and Hobbes. It is alarmingly true:

Love,

Willow~

In Memory...

Prayer for Remembering

Full moons bring apples fallen from dark trees.

Dark trees leave shadows for the sun to find.

I find small gnomes in tree-hollows, mossy.

Underneath the roots there lives my Mother

filling Herself

with leaves.

She grows upward into birds’ nests woven.

She never sleeps but brings us new surprises:

aurora, snow-scapes, honey bees and stars.

Goddess, allow me to always see your

beauty. Allow me to understand your sounds

of constant

awakening life.

Forgive my broken spirits when I’m blind

to the comfort in your snow blankets. Deep

whiteness echoing greener grass than black

summer nights, forcing stars to fight the street

lamps. Forgive me for doubting your laughter

during melancholy

sleepless nights.