There and Back Again: Recent Episodes

Bildungsroman

Readings of various poems and short stories

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Song of Beren and Luthien

by J.R.R. Tolkien

The leaves were long, the grass was green,

The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,

And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering.

Tinúviel was dancing there

To music of a pipe unseen,

And light of stars was in her hair,

And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,

And lost he wandered under leaves,

And where the Elven-river rolled

He walked alone and sorrowing.

He peered between the hemlock-leaves

And saw in wonder flowers of gold

Upon her mantle and her sleeves,

And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet

That over hills were doomed to roam;

And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,

And grasped at moonbeams glistening.

Through woven woods in Elvenhome

She lightly fled on dancing feet,

And left him lonely still to roam

In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound

Of feet as light as linden-leaves,

Or music welling underground,

In hidden hollows quavering.

Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,

And one by one with sighing sound

Whispering fell the beechen leaves

In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far

Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,

By light of moon and ray of star

In frosty heavens shivering.

Her mantle glinted in the moon,

As on a hilltop high and far

She danced, and at her feet was strewn

A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,

And her song released the sudden spring,

Like rising lark, and falling rain,

And melting water bubbling.

He saw the elven-flowers spring

About her feet, and healed again

He longed by her to dance and sing

Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.

Tinúviel! Tinúviel!

He called her by her elvish name,

And there she halted listening.

One moment stood she, and a spell

His voice laid on her: Beren came,

And doom fell on Tinúviel

That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes

Within the shadows of her hair,

The trembling starlight of the skies

He saw there mirrored shimmering.

Tinúviel the elven-fair,

Immortal maiden elven-wise,

About him cast her shadowy hair

And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,

O'er stony mountains cold and grey,

Through halls of iron and darkling door,

And woods of nightshade morrowless.

The Sundering Seas between them lay,

And yet at last they met once more,

And long ago they passed away

In the forest singing sorrowless.

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Reading Ted Chiang's "The Great Silence"

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Ithaka by C.P. Cavafy

When you set out on your way to Ithaka

you should hope that your journey is a long one:

A journey full of adventure, full of knowing,

Have no fear of the Laistrygones, the Cyclopes,

the frothing Poseidon. No such impediments

will confound the progress of your journey

if your thoughts take wing, if your spirit and your flesh are touched by singular sentiments.

You will not encounter Laistrygones,

nor any Cyclopes, nor a furious Poseidon,

as long as you don't carry them within you,

as long as your soul refuses to set them in your path.

Hope that your journey is a long one.

Many will be the summer mornings

upon which, with boundless pleasure and joy,

you will find yourself entering new ports of call.

You will linger in Phoenician markets

so that you may acquire the finest goods:

mother of pearl, coral and amber, and ebony,

and every manner of arousing perfume-

great quantities of arousing perfumes.

You will visit many an Egyptian city

to learn, and learn more, from those who know.

Bear Ithaka always in your thoughts.

Arriving there is the goal of your journey;

but take care not to travel too hastily.

Better to linger for years on your way;

better to reach the island's shores in old age,

enriched by all you've obtained along the way.

Do not expect that Ithaka will reward you with wealth.

Ithaka bestowed upon you the marvelous journey:

if not for her you would never have set out.

But she has nothing left to impart to you.

If you find Ithaka wanting, it's not that she's deceived you.

That you have gained so much wisdom and experience

will have told you everything of what such Ithakas mean.