Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Pelicans in the far slough?? Or dreams?

"These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."

                           the Tempest

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

"What's past is prologue"
                                   The Tempest

Sunday, June 24, 2018

"You find it in yourself: the ways that led inexorably from
Home to here are simply stories now, leading nowhere anymore;
The wilderness they led through is the space behind a door
Through which a sentence flows, following a map in the heart.
Along the way the self that you were born with turns into
The self that you created, but they come together at the end,"

from A Private Singularity
by John Koethe

full poem available here

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

We took a 30 km drive yesterday and the spotty tent caterpillar
damage extended the entire way. The worms themselves, as 
they are call here are either webbed up or drying out, it has been 
quite hot. 

Now for something a bit more cheerful


All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim—
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call—
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!

Wind in the Willows

Sunday, June 17, 2018

The Desolation of the Worm (Not by Robert Howard)

Illustration Future Future Fiction, Number One, Nov. 1939 

"So", the queen said to the Earth couple "off the the cabin ehh!!!
Already my tiny minions have denuded what trees the beaver left.
Even now they launch themselves at your cabin."

Evil chittering from all around!!!! 
Will our semi brave couple escape, will the cabin survive 
the multi-legged horde??

Too be continued??? Who knows???

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Anthony Bourdain June 25th 1956 - June 8th 2018

"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, 
         Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; 
Another came; nor yet beside the rill, 
         Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "

from Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard 

by Thomas Gray

    "Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom is realising how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go."

    Anthony Bourdain

    Friday, June 8, 2018

    Sad news.

    "I'm never a reliable narrator, unbiased or objective. "

    Anthony Bourdain