Along the Hard Crust

Blogging has been light due to preparation for the last class I have left before my last qual (emphasis on last.) The plan is to leverage this very particular set of classes in military acquisition into credits towards a Masters degree. That said, I must submit my material and hopefully the university board will agree with me.

I studied and went through the classwork today at my home away from home, Panera Bread. And when I could sit there no longer, I went to my local hippie coffee place. In what could only be described as a toe-curling (toe-curdling?) experience, a poetry grad student read her work to her professor one table over from me. I have selectively chosen to forget what I heard. Poetry is best left to the pros who can craft literary nectar as if whispered to by the Gods. In honor of the amateur poetess, I will leave you with this piece of Russian music by Anna Akhmatova, Along the Hard Crust:

Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova

Along the hard crust of deep snows,

To the secret, white house of yours,

So gentle and quiet – we both

Are walking, in silence half-lost.

And sweeter than all songs,

sung ever,

Are this dream,

becoming the truth,

Entwined twigs’

a-nodding with favor,

The light ring of your silver spurs…

Thank you Anna. Poetry, best left to experts.

4 thoughts on “Along the Hard Crust

  1. There are around 34 types of poetry (aprox) ranging from Acrostic through to Tyburn.

    The reason I know this ‘pearl’ of wisdom is because I happened by chance to get caught up in a 45 minute lecture that involved a ‘Poetry teacher’ explaining the basics of poetry and its various form (I kept my notes)!

    The teacher had to receive a minimum audience of 30 people/students to receive payment from the university, 29 had turned up, and as I was free, I stepped in. To my surprise the lecture was fascinating; very well presented, and made more enjoyable as the teacher was passionate about her trade.

    In my own humble opinion, ‘Anna Akhmatova’ did not attend such a lecture!

    Yours Aye.

    • Great that you were able to catch a non-pompous discussion of poetry. As for Anna and her skill, it is so far above what I heard yesterday, she reads like a reincarnation of the Bard.

  2. My daughter recently went to a “reading” of wanna be writer’s in Austin, TX. She said was fun and interesting, but said most of the stories were over-the-top vulgar. Why do writers do that? That kind of reminded me of Salvador Dali’s art work. So much art these days is all about the shock value or weirdness. Not my thang.

  3. Boy, that proboscis looks very familiar; like mine used to be before I had it broken and the deviated septum corrected….ah well, so much for poetic aspirations….looks like I’ll never make it into the halls of poetry reading…or even to a lecture about the different types of poetry…one of my life’s missed opportunities….k

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