This is worth noting:
For Christmas, I wanted to buy my old pal Luke a bit of good pipe tobacco. So I contacted a place in his hometown of Seattle, Kirsten Pipe Company, and filled out an order for 2 oz of their best, then added on a whim "to an old friend with my compliments." Luke now tells me that when he got the package, it had a small white business card in it, along with the fresh tobacco, that read "Compliments of Alex Miller, Jr."
You cannot get more classy than that. It's nice to know that this kind of coolness is being preserved somewhere in the world.
Some Relevant Knowledge
Freedom.
Of all our souls from the burden of being
As I watch, catching her ecstasy in writhing sea,
Deep groans in the hull and a raging westerly.
--Luke Irwin
Also: A poem from Auden that seems to come out of my own memory. I think instantly of the Belz's yard. And summer.
Out on the lawn I lie in bed,
Vega conspicuous overhead
In the windless nights of June
As congregated leaves complete
Their day's activity; my feet
Point to the rising moon...
Equal with colligues in a ring
I sit on each calm evening
Enchanted as the flowers
The opening light draws out of hiding
With all its gradual dove-like pleading,
Its logic and its powers:
That later we, though parted then,
May still recall these evenings when
Fear gave his watch no look;
The lion griefs loped from the shade
And on our knees their muzzles laid,
And death put down his book.
Of all our souls from the burden of being
As I watch, catching her ecstasy in writhing sea,
Deep groans in the hull and a raging westerly.
--Luke Irwin
Also: A poem from Auden that seems to come out of my own memory. I think instantly of the Belz's yard. And summer.
Out on the lawn I lie in bed,
Vega conspicuous overhead
In the windless nights of June
As congregated leaves complete
Their day's activity; my feet
Point to the rising moon...
Equal with colligues in a ring
I sit on each calm evening
Enchanted as the flowers
The opening light draws out of hiding
With all its gradual dove-like pleading,
Its logic and its powers:
That later we, though parted then,
May still recall these evenings when
Fear gave his watch no look;
The lion griefs loped from the shade
And on our knees their muzzles laid,
And death put down his book.
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