I don't know why you say Goodbye, I say Hello. Paul McCartney
Ave atque vale.
You greet me,
you say farewell.
How poignant is that?—
a grief sandwich!
Ave atque vale.
You greet me,
you say farewell.
How poignant is that?—
a grief sandwich!
I greet you at the threshold of a brilliant
career!—
Emerson to Whitman.
That would have sounded different
if he’d said edge—I greet you at the
edge of a brilliant career.
Emerson to Whitman.
That would have sounded different
if he’d said edge—I greet you at the
edge of a brilliant career.
Doomed
to be a star!—
Calvin Griffith
greeting
Jim Eisenreich.
to be a star!—
Calvin Griffith
greeting
Jim Eisenreich.
But there’s a
typo in adventword.org.
Today’s Avent word (Dec 22)
is Getting.—Damn, I looked at a related page yesterday
and I thought I saw Greeting.
So now is all my Greeting homework invalid?
Today’s Avent word (Dec 22)
is Getting.—Damn, I looked at a related page yesterday
and I thought I saw Greeting.
So now is all my Greeting homework invalid?
No, just a typo:
adventword.org/greeting says
22 December 2017—As part of the Holy Baptism celebration
the community enthusiastically greets the newest member
of Christ’s family.
adventword.org/greeting says
22 December 2017—As part of the Holy Baptism celebration
the community enthusiastically greets the newest member
of Christ’s family.
When I get up there and settle down
And I step inside those gates and look around,
I’ll want at least a million years to view the throne,
So many friends I’ll want to greet
when I get home!
And I step inside those gates and look around,
I’ll want at least a million years to view the throne,
So many friends I’ll want to greet
when I get home!
But I want to
give Catullus
the last word,
with his pagan Fortune goddess.
He doesn’t believe in heaven
or even karma.
the last word,
with his pagan Fortune goddess.
He doesn’t believe in heaven
or even karma.
That’s the beauty
of the Roman
attitude toward death, the stoicism
that lets me slash through my guts
and spread my entrails
all over the forum. Hello!
attitude toward death, the stoicism
that lets me slash through my guts
and spread my entrails
all over the forum. Hello!
for your sad funeral rites, brother,
to give you the final gift of death
and vainly address your ashes
since it be that fortune has removed from me yourself,
Oh, poor unhappy brother, snatched from me!
Now, however, so that ancestral precedent and custom
may be fulfilled, as a sad funeral gift,
accept a brother’s bitterly flowing tears,
