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    Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day

     

     

    Calmly we walk through this April's day,

    Metropolitan poetry here and there,

    In the park sit pauper and rentier,

    The screaming children, the motor-car

    Fugitive about us, running away,

    Between the worker and the millionaire

    Number provides all distances,

    It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,

    Many great dears are taken away,

    What will become of you and me

    (This is the school in which we learn...)

    Besides the photo and the memory?

    (...that time is the fire in which we burn.)

     

    (This is the school in which we learn...)

    What is the self amid this blaze?

    What am I now that I was then

    Which I shall suffer and act again,

    The theodicy I wrote in my high school days

    Restored all life from infancy,

    The children shouting are bright as they run

    (This is the school in which they learn . . .)

    Ravished entirely in their passing play!

    (...that time is the fire in which they burn.)

     

    Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!

    Where is my father and Eleanor?

    Not where are they now, dead seven years,

    But what they were then?

    No more? No more?

    From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,

    Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume

    Not where they are now (where are they now?)

    But what they were then, both beautiful;

     

    Each minute bursts in the burning room,

    The great globe reels in the solar fire,

    Spinning the trivial and unique away.

    (How all things flash! How all things flare!)

    What am I now that I was then?

    May memory restore again and again

    The smallest color of the smallest day:

    Time is the school in which we learn,

    Time is the fire in which we burn.

     

    Delmore Schwartz

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  2. If it's old dry wood you may want a full depth pilot hole just to keep the wood from splitting. There are different sized phillips head and you may not have the right size. but it could just be the awkward angle, as you mention. If you can set the clutch on your driver, set it lower to get just enough torque and allow it to slip before it starts spinning in the head of the screw. But if you don't mind the look, a square drive screw, as you noted, is probably your best solution.

  3. gear ho :pagetop:

     

    When my youngest daughter moved out I had a gear room for a while. Then I moved to a one bedroom-studio type apartment. Now it's all stuffed into a gear closet.

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    You hand in your ticket

    And you go watch the geek

    Who immediately walks up to you

    When he hears you speak

    And says, "How does it feel

    To be such a freak?"

    And you say, "Impossible"

    As he hands you a bone

     

    Because something is happening here

    But you don't know what it is

    Do you, Mister Jones?

     

     

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