So this is a pretty famous poem and I am probably going to butcher the meaning, but I don’t care. Read this poem by Robert Frost entitled “Mending Wall.”

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

So why do good fences make good neighbors? I will tell you why, because it is a definition to the relationship. Every spring they have something to do together and to make sure they establish the boundaries in their little relationship. It’s not just the fence that makes them a good neighbor, it is the interaction that the fence implies. I think that the act of working together to do something, to control their little piece of the world is what really makes them take ownership of their relationship. That, or I have no understanding of poetry.

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A thought for Paris

May 7, 2008

Paris France

So you may or may not know that I am going to Paris for week starting next week and I am getting very excited about my trip, so much so that I thought I would look up some interesting Paris thoughts from famous people. Here is one from Hemingway:

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.”

I love this thought because it really speaks to how being cultured and traveling is something that you carry with you for the rest of your life. Hemingway speaks to the vibrancy of Paris that no other city has and will become the benchmark at which you compare all other locations. I am excited to be a young person and visit Paris to have it help shape the way I see the world for the rest of my life. Maybe some day I will live there too 🙂

Ok, this is the final thing I am going to post on Kurt. Here is an interview he gave towards the end of his life about politics, his writing and just not getting killed by the smokes that promised to do it to him. Just perfect Vonnegut. I truly wish I had discovered my passion for writing and reading while he was still alive so I could have seen him speak, I think it would have been an amazing experience. Although, knowing Vonnegut, he’d probably say it wouldn’t matter. Enjoy.