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Transform_Jan 27
28 Jan, 2013
This is your time, your world, your pleasure.
- William Stafford
Assignment: Today, realize that now is the time, here is the place. Take a breath and feel the pleasure.
William Edgar Stafford (January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993) was an American poet and pacifist, and the father of poet and essayist Kim Stafford. He was appointed the twentieth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1970. Stafford was born in Hutchinson, Kansas, the oldest of three children in a highly literate family. During the Depression, his family moved from town to town in an effort to find work for his father. Stafford helped contribute to family income by delivering newspapers, working in sugar beet fields, raising vegetables, and working as an electrician's apprentice. During this time he had a near death experience in a local swimming hole. He graduated from high school in the town of Liberal in 1933. After attending junior college, he received a B.A. from the University of Kansas in 1937. He was drafted into the United States armed forces in 1941, while pursuing his master's degree at the University of Kansas, when he became a conscientious objector...
Godiva County, Montana
She's a big country. Her undulations
roll and flower in the sun. Those flanks
quiver when the wind caresses the grass.
Who turns away when so generous a body
offers to play hide-and-seek all summer?
One shoulder leans bare all the way up
the mountain; limbs range and plunge
wildly into the river. We risk our eyes
every day; they celebrate' they dance
and flirt over this offered treasure.
“Be alive, “ the land says. “Listen—
this is your time, your world, your pleasure.”
roll and flower in the sun. Those flanks
quiver when the wind caresses the grass.
Who turns away when so generous a body
offers to play hide-and-seek all summer?
One shoulder leans bare all the way up
the mountain; limbs range and plunge
wildly into the river. We risk our eyes
every day; they celebrate' they dance
and flirt over this offered treasure.
“Be alive, “ the land says. “Listen—
this is your time, your world, your pleasure.”
When it's your own pain, you notice it.
A bird that sings whey you go by.
No road goes far enough—you understand?
And no sound can find the note—some call
has caught what wrings hope
out of evil history. But we can't reach it,
hear it, find a way to deserve
even the immediate offering. I reach far beyond
the music, run forth to contemplate
a clod, or a mountain. They help, yes,
but no road goes far enough. You understand?
Source for pic: thanks (du lịch Locarno, Thụy Sĩ)
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Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life—
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
Two people meet. The sky turns winter,
quells whatever they would say.
Then, a periphery glance into danger—
and an avalanche already on its way.
They have been honest all of their lives;
careful, calm, never in haste;
they didn't know what it is to meet.
Now they have met: the world is waste.
They find they are riding an avalanche
feeling at rest, all danger gone.
The present looks out of their eyes; they stand
calm and still on a speeding stone.
Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot — peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
It is known that as early as in the Imperial Roman period Locarno was a holiday resort. Of old, the name referred to the entire area and not only the present-day town.
The Castello Visconteo, inside which the Renaissance-style courtyard with its portico and loggia, a number of ceilings in wood and a fresco depicting the Virgin Mary, may still be admired; nowadays it is home to the archaeological museum which also includes one of the most beautiful and complete collections of Roman glassware. Towards the end of the 11th century, Locarno was the most important town on Lake Maggiore but in the course of the 16th century this prosperous period came to an end under the Lords of Milan and the long period of Swiss bailing began, under which the religious division occurred causing many enterprising craftsmen and merchants who had embraced the new faith to leave and plunged the town into sleepy provincialism, transforming what had once been an important town into an insignificant hamlet. Once open (it is at this time still closed), it will be very interesting zto give a look at the Rivellino, a tower.fortress build on projects of Leonardo da Vinci. It would only be with the founding of the republic and the Canton of Ticino in 1803 that Locarno would awake from its torpor. However, we would have to wait for the beginnings of tourism at the start of 1900 with its consequent building of beautiful Belle-Époque-style hotels, to return life to Piazza Grande, surely the most charming in Ticino with its string of shops and cafés.
But the fact that most greatly determined the rise of Locarno to the position of world-famous holiday resort was the meeting of the heads of a number of European governments who signed the so-called "Locarno Treaty" here which was to guarantee a system of security for Western Europe. It was the most important political event on a world scale at the time and became part of history with the name of the Locarno Peace Treaty carrying the place-name throughout the world and earning it the reputation of the "Town of Peace". Not long after the end of the Second World War the development of the region was back in full swing. The town offers a host of surprises and fascinating discoveries, from the old town with its houses, churches and narrow streets to the commune of Orselina where, on a rocky spur of the hill overlooking Locarno, stands the Sanctuary of the Madonna del Sasso, the site of many pilgrimages.
Beside the church, which was built between the 16th and 17th centuries, can be found the monastery which houses a community of Capuchin friars; over the centuries, the renaissance church was constantly decorated and now the Casa del Padre is home to a museum of sacred objects. Since 1905 a funicular railway has connected the Madonna del Sasso with Locarno.
The cablecar Orselina-Cardada and the chairlift Cardada-Cimetta, completely renewed, are in operation since 2000.
Nowadays the most important event must surely be the International Film Festival, one of the Top Events of Switzerland, which manages to transform Locarno into a cultural metropolis where the young and fashionable predominate, and which converts Piazza Grande into the "most beautiful movie theatre in the world"; the first projections took place in the gardens of the Grand Hotel and with the years it developed a character of its own which makes it stand out from other larger festivals even today.
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