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The Periodic Table by Primo Levi
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About meBorn in Indiana.
I am long on goals and short on personality.
One of my goals is to establish a private library.
You are right -- I can't POSSIBLY be reading all of this at once.
Believe it or not, I am not in love with books.
I don't read much fiction.
I would like very much to bring this library to a wider audience.
About my libraryThe bulk of the collection is the product of too many years in school.
A fair number of the works I have listed are photocopies of the originals.
If the Prussian Academy of the Natural Sciences is still concerned about copyrights, I'll pay the fine.
Also, I tend to horde ephemera -- especially LURID ephemera. Because I have made an academic career of picking through what others have thrown out, you can imagine that I am still holding on to the crap that people think should be thrown out now. I chose to believe that I am different from the crazy cat lady because I believe my crap should be organized and labelled.
Some portion of this library was inherited from Theo Romanoff, with whom I studied at Brown. We were fellow transfer students, classicists, and fencers. By chance we renewed our friendship as fellow graduate students who shared many linguistic interests. Theo, namas te.
Homepagehttp://www.micahross.com
Real nameMicah Ross
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Common KnowledgeSeries (157), Awards (152), Characters (1290), Places (301)
Member sinceOct 27, 2005
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 micahross added:From the Banks of the Euphrates: Studies in Honor of Alice Louise Slotsky by Micah Ross |
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NO! those days are gone away,
And their hours are old and gray,
And their minutes buried all
Under the down-trodden pall
Ofthe leaves of many years:
Many times have winter's shears,
Frozen North, and chilling East,
Sounded tempests to the feast
Of the forest's whispering fleeces,
Since men knew nor rent nor leases.
No, the bugle sounds no more,
And the twanging bow no more;
Silent is the ivory shrill
Past the heath and up the hill;
There is no mid-forest laugh,
Where lone Echo gives the half
To some wight, amaz'd to hear
Jesting, deep in forest drear.
On the fairest time of June
You may go, with sun or moon,
Or the seven stars to light you,
Or the polar ray to right you;
But you never may behold
Little John, or Robin bold;
Never one, of all the clan,
Thrumming on an empty can
Some old hunting ditty, while
He doth his green way beguile
To fair hostess Merriment,
Down beside the pasture Trent;
For he left the merry tale,
Messenger for spicy ale.
Gone, the merry morris din;
Gone, the song of Gamelyn;
Gone, the tough-belted outlaw
Idling in the "grene shawe";
All are gone away and past!
And if Robin should be cast
Sudden from his turfed grave,
And if Marian should have
Once again her forest days,
She would weep, and he would craze:
He would swear, for all his oaks,
Fall'n beneath the dockyard strokes,
Have rotted on the briny seas;
She would weep that her wild bees
Sang not to her---strange! that honey
Can't be got without hard money!
So it is; yet let us sing
Honour to the old bow-string!
Honour to the bugle-horn!
Honour to the woods unshorn!
Honour to the Lincoln green!
Honour to the archer keen!
Honour to tight little John,
And the horse he rode upon!
Honour to bold Robin Hood,
Sleeping in the underwood!
Honour to maid Marian,
And to all the Sherwood clan!
Though their days have hurried by
Let us two a burden try.
- by John Keats
posted by theoldman at 12:35 pm (EST) on May 21, 2009
Was wondering if you'd be interested in reviewing my new novel and posting your comments here as well as a few other book-related sites. Saw you liked When I was Five I Killed Myself, and thought you might like my novel since it's also about a disturbed adolescent and a bit dark. I could e-mail you the novel in an e-book format if you'd like. Let me know if you're interested. Here's a link to a summary in case you're interested:
http://christophertusa.com/blog/?page_id...
Thanks,
Chris
posted by cmtusa at 8:59 am (EST) on Mar 20, 2009
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posted by Osbaldistone at 5:07 pm (EST) on Aug 18, 2006