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http://goliard.livejournal.com/18488.html
Is there such a thing as a good (comprehensive, informative, and not given to crackpottery) etymological dictionary of Hebrew? (The kind that would tell you, for example, that אצטרובל comes from the Greek strobilos 'twisted, whirled; a top; a whirlpool, a whirlwind; a whirling dance, pirouette'?)
And if there is, and you own it, would you mind looking up אין (the negative existential) and seeing whe
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Published by :goliard 2008-02-25 06:24:54.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/18231.html
I dreamed that a cat gave birth to a book. She lay briefly on her back, under a table, and in a momentary agony pushed out a slimy but perfectly printed copy of Gower's Confessio Amantis. It was full of curious facsimiles, tables of medieval lore in shorthand and the like, all faithfully reproduced by a superbly skillful process of gestation. I showed it to my mother, teasing: "Can your womb make anythi
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Published by :goliard 2008-02-19 22:20:43.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/17778.html
I have a vacation of Biblical proportions (forty days precisely), a car, and a plan - Baja! (In some language this is perhaps a palindrome. I will ask my friend Leon Noel of Glenelg, who speaks fluent Malayalam.) Yes: no less a plan than to drive my fairly new and moderately shiny Saturn down the coast, and down the coast, until we arrive somewhere warm, sandy and Mexican. In order, paradoxically enough, to Chill Out
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Published by :goliard 2007-12-19 05:32:34.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/17535.html
In an attempt to prevent my very desultory novel-writing efforts from petering out into extinction, I've been looking for like-minded companions; and recently, browsing the Sol branch of Craigslist, I came across a posting in which one of those writers' groups that meet regularly to critique works-in-progress advertised for new members. Voila, I thought; Bob is evidently my uncle; so I sent them a little "Can I be yo
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Published by :goliard 2007-11-26 06:46:10.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/17347.html
I'm thinking of revising an old story I posted here long ago to see if I can't get it published in some magazine or other (this is called Breaking Into Print). This presents me with a familiar difficulty, which in this case is more acute than usual. I find it impossible to read my own work with the eyes of a first-time reader; I'm on too intimate a basis with my
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Published by :goliard 2007-11-04 04:25:56.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/16897.html
Winter and cold weather.
Go and visit grandmother, who has been sick. Take her the oatcakes I’ve baked for her on the hearthstone and a little pot of butter.
The good child does as her mother bids – five miles’ trudge through the forest; do not leave the path because of the bears, the wild boar, the starving wolves. Here, take your father’s hunting knife; you know how to use it.
The c
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Published by :goliard 2007-11-01 03:07:15.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/16761.html
Nature hath implanted so inveterate a hatred atweene the wolfe and the sheep, that being dead, yet, in the secret operation of Nature, appeareth there a sufficient trial of their discording natures, so that the enmity betweene them seemeth not to dye with their bodies: for if there be put upon a harpe, or any such like instrument, strings made of the intralles of a sheep, and amongst them but only one made of the int
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Published by :goliard 2007-10-25 06:19:40.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/16492.html
‘Well, shall we on?’ said the head of a party
Of gnomes and of sprites that had stolen my heart
In a bag, and were riding off into those woods
Where they only may tread who are lovers of Art.
‘What are you waiting for? Don’t stand there yawning
And sniffling as if we had done you some wrong
To carry your heart from the Prosaic Plains
To the woods where we live, and enchant it
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Published by :goliard 2007-10-20 22:47:59.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/16228.html
Now the dragons of the mountains have scales of a golden colour, and in length excel those of the plain, and they have bushy beards, which also are of a golden hue; and their eyebrows are more prominent than those of the plain, and their eye is sunk deep under the eyebrow, and emits a terrible and ruthless glance. And they give off a noise like the clashing of brass whenever they are burrowing under the earth, and fr
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Published by :goliard 2007-10-09 20:43:14.0
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http://goliard.livejournal.com/15913.html
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong
Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,
Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came,
Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.
Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long
Within her wears, bears, cares and combs the same:
The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim
Now known and hand at work now n
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Published by :goliard 2007-10-07 06:32:21.0
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