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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() ![]() Dance of the Midges Like pale grey puffs of lint lifting in the barest breeze, dead leaves hanging from the trees, maple and birch both weeping, a thousand midges dance an autumn dance. Perchance to slowly wander Eddy Street to see a friend appear before me a Danish ghost, a youthful Hamlet, arrayed in purple and grey, to hear the crush of leaves beneath our feet, feel the two wing snowflakes dancing round us, see the sunset edging up the mountain ridges like our short-lived lives, the flight of midges. © Kåre Enga [166.232] 2009-10-18 ![]() Saturday afternoon there were thousands of midges in the air. We had a freeze that killed everything off, then a mild day... the images of dead leaves while I was walking down Eddy Street taking notes. Then Steven appeared. Second time in two days... like magic. Note, since some of you have asked: Midges: think of gnats. A swarm of gnats at dusk is a ghost. Which I didn't know... but appropriate. Verlaine's "Il pleure dans mon coeur" set to music by Billy Cowie: Verlaine's Chanson d'Automne Les saglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon couer D'une langeur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure Et je m'e vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte. Discourse on Verlaine's Chanson d'Automne: http://www.textetc.com/workshop/wt-verlaine-1.html ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Remember when I made designs with emoticons? It's been a couple years. I found the above design in a blog entry of Anyea ![]() ![]() ![]() Saturday I was busy. Sunday I was ill. Saturday: market (apples, pears, feta, liver), the Grizz game, running into Steven while walking through the midges, Tosca (all 3 hours worth). Sunday: dragging myself out for a pot of licorice root tea (very nice, sweet; thank-you, Rebecca). Too ill to write or blog. Today I'm much better, but I'm taking it easy as this is a week packed full of activities that will not allow for illness to intervene. ![]() Grizz won 41-34 in a nail-biter. I sat in the south-end with East Washington Eagle fans. Good game. Nice safety. No turnovers! Bills won 16-13 over the Jets in overtime. Did Zack place that bet? ![]() ![]() 53,267 views |