Sunday, October 29, 2017

“As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; 
and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. 
There we stop; there we stand.” 

from Mrs. Dalloway
by Virginia Woolf

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

A New London Rising ?

“London has the trick of making its past, its long indelible past, 

always a part of its present. And for that reason it will always 
have meaning for the future, because of all it can teach about 
disaster, survival, and redemption. It is all there in the streets. 
It is all there in the books.” 

from Imaged London: A  Tour of the World's Greatest

Fictional City

by Anna Quindlen

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

"I had rather see the portrait of a dog that I know,
 than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world."

Samuel Johnson

Detail of a painting at the National Gallery (London)

Saturday, October 14, 2017

So how can you tell me you're lonely, 

And say for you that the sun don't shine? 

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through 
the streets of London

I'll show you something to make you change your mind 

Ralph McTell; Streets of London Live

Friday, October 13, 2017

Home again, home from our trip to London. 

"By seeing London, I have seen as much of life 
as the world can show."

Samuel Johnson

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

"and it occurs to me
that if I were to die at this moment

that picture would accompany me
wherever I am going
for part of the way."

from The Last Picture in The World
by Al Purdy

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

"You're the one who flew down
to that river from the heavens,
as if your form alone were the only
holy message needed."

from Stone Bird
by Pattiann Rogers

Monday, October 9, 2017

"But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation   
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care   
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into   
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,   
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial blue until,
In the vehemence of a landscape where all the colors disappear,   
The quiet absolution of the spirit quickens into fact, "

from There Late Wisconsin Spring
by John Goethe

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Went to Kew today. Nowhere near Natural History Museum. We are fine.

"I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
… walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows"

W.S. Merwin

Friday, October 6, 2017

"When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things"
from The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry 

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

"The moon drops one or two feathers into the field. 
The dark wheat listens. 
Be still. 
There they are, the moon's young, trying 
Their wings. "

from Beginnings
by James Wright

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

"I seem to hear a bar of music float 

And swoon into the west; 
My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note, 
But something in my breast 
Blends with that strain, till both accord in one, 
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun. "

At Sunset
by Pauline Johnson

Sunday, October 1, 2017

"And as I take my body back 
the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap 
as if to make amends."

from I Am Learning to Abandon the World
by Linda Pastan