tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811719312494990925.post7271016878199755570..comments2008-07-04T05:08:33.285-07:00Comments on Tragos: Sunday Goat: Aaron FogelJLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987058554014193721noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811719312494990925.post-4018035052017884502006-10-15T20:37:00.000-07:002006-10-15T20:37:00.000-07:00Maybe Kunitz can be helpful here as well. Of cours...Maybe Kunitz can be helpful here as well. Of course, even if he's not, he's worth reciting:<br /><br />Sometimes, you say, I wear<br />an abstracted look that drives you<br />up the wall, as though it signified<br />distress or disaffection.<br />Don't take it so to heart.<br />Maybe I enjoy not-being as much<br />as being who I am. Maybe <br />it's time for me to practice<br />growing old. The way I look<br />at it, I'm passing through a phase:<br />gradually I'm changing to a word.<br />Whatever you choose to claim<br />of me is always yours;<br />nothing is truly mine<br />except my name. I only <br />borrowed this dust.<br /><br />Stanley Kunitz, "Passing Through"JLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987058554014193721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811719312494990925.post-62588914344496427552006-10-15T19:58:00.000-07:002006-10-15T19:58:00.000-07:00I should have added: be a good goat.I should have added: be a good goat.J P Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10512564931109178915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811719312494990925.post-40498573420220417192006-10-15T19:57:00.000-07:002006-10-15T19:57:00.000-07:00Allow the Bhagavad Gita to explain: The man whom ...Allow the <i>Bhagavad Gita</i> to explain:<br /><br />The man whom desires enter<br />as rivers flow into the sea,<br />filled yet always unmoving--<br />that man finds perfect peace.<br /><br />Abandoning all desires,<br />acting without craving, free<br />from all thoughts of "I" and "mine,"<br />that man finds utter peace.<br /><br />This is the divine state, Arjuna.<br />Absorbed in it, everywhere, always,<br />even at the moment of death,<br />he vanishes, into God's bliss.<br /><br />(2.70-2.72)<br /><br />In other words, above all, don't eat tin cans. Better yet, even: don't exist. As Kafka would have it: be infinitely small.J P Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10512564931109178915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811719312494990925.post-54388422609773273532006-10-15T18:06:00.000-07:002006-10-15T18:06:00.000-07:00No explanation? I just read that poem and was comp...No explanation? I just read that poem and was completely confused. Tin cans, goats, universes...I'm not seeing the connection here. What is it you folks really do over at BU? And I thought Emerson was weird. I would have expected you to speak on this poem a little more. Now I'm frustrated with curiousity. Who is this Aaron Fogel and what is it he really thinks about goats?meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725844581743810019noreply@blogger.com