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The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.



--Theodore Roethke






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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
 
Tuesday, February 11, 2003  
Celebrity

I'm glad I'm not famous. Being in a profession that is very public such as entertainment causes flocks of people to attack celebrities much the same way the people in that movie The Birds were. We know how scary that was! Having photographs taken every where they go and being stalked aren't part of it to me. It's a frenzy that's way out of hand. They owe us a good performance, but that's all. When I was a kid, I subscribed to movie magazines and have been a major movie buff from early on. I can't remember being obsessed with any actors even though there are some I'm more curious about than others. Yes, I wrote about gawking at Bob Dylan in Around the Bend, but even though I had my camera in my purse, I didn't take his picture or do more than speak to him. Well, and lurk and stare a little while but didn't bother him. I've also participated in conversations about the lives and relationships of celebrities, but I do that about many people. (sorry - I'm tacky sometimes) Maybe too many students majored in communications and journalism and are competing with each other to try to generate interest in something that's none of our business. They are in print and on television elbowing and pushing their way through crowds of other sharks for some attention. Just because someone is famous doesn't mean they aren't entitled to a private life. I'd hate to know I couldn't go anywhere without having to fight my way through crowds wanting something from me all the time. It has to be exhausting.

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