There's something about going through last year's mileage records (really? I drove to Fort Worth again that day?) and old pay stubs (really? that little?) and badly folded receipts (really?! that much!) that makes me feel all jaded and Wordsworthian:
"The world is too much with us; late and soon / Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers..."
I love my theater design job, but annual tax up-gathering sure can suck the juice out of it. Like a bad review. (Not much like W's "sleeping flowers," all these shekels.)
Meanwhile, actual reviews have been good: Gidion's Knot at Kitchen Dog Theater is getting good press. A tremendous clash of actress power in this show! (The set's getting nice notice too - "meticulously executed." I'll take it!)
Here's the full Wordsworth piece for Today's Poetical Pleasure:
THE world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
A moonlit sea by Carlsen - a public domain image from Vintage Printable