“Poetry in emotion”

The party’s over.. and it went very well indeed. We’ll be working on uploading photos and poetry from the celebration to this website. In the meantime, I’ve put up a post on my literary blog, focusing on the most creative aspects of the celebration:

This past Saturday, Rachel and I celebrated our recent wedding with some 75 friends and family at the London Wetlands Centre, a green oasis beside the Thames. 1,148 more words

via Poetry in emotion: a wedding celebration in a swamp — Via Negativa

“And what is so rare as a day in June?”

Americans of my generation grew up hearing this line without necessarily knowing where it came from. Turns out it’s from an epic retelling of Arthurian legend by the 19th-century American poet James Russell Lowell. This is the passage I used to hear the old-timers recite:

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten …

Here’s a short article in the Paris Review with pretty much all you need to know about it, “one of those improbable bits of poetry that’s somehow managed to survive in our cultural memory.”

How it all began

Yes, we met on the internet. But this was long before apps like Tinder — in fact, it was before any app! You had to use a computer to go online! There were blogs! I distinctly recall my first run-in exchange with Rachel in a comment thread on Language Hat, the venerable blog about languages and hats, although we’ve never been able to re-find that exchange, so maybe I just dreamed it — who knows? But by late 2004 I was leaving comments on Rachel’s blog and she on mine. Blogger meet-ups followed in Montreal (2005) and Brooklyn (2006) though at that time we were just friends. Things didn’t really take a turn for the romantic until after my first visit to London in 2011, when I stayed on the Rawlins family couch. Perhaps the key factor in my growing interest was Rachel’s similar pace and level of enthusiasm in going through museums and botanical gardens. Finally, someone I didn’t drive absolutely crazy! Then I went back home, and we began to Skype. The rest, as they say, is history. Also *ahem* poetry…

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The pdf of the book can be downloaded here: Twelve Simple Songs