Monday, September 21, 2020
Road trip to the mountains - rock
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Flicker
“Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.”
From Lord of Light
by Roger Zelazny (May 13, 1937 – June 14, 1995)
Monday, September 14, 2020
Atomic Sleep
“a series of luminous tracks that betray invisible electrons startled from atomic sleep,”
D. G. JonesSaturday, September 12, 2020
Toots Hibbert died on September 12, 2020, at the University Hospital of the West Indies in Mona, Jamaica, due to complications of COVID-19
Toots and the Maytals - Take Me Home Country Roads
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeVRaxHtwuk
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toots_and_the_Maytals
Friday, September 11, 2020
Yamnuska Wolfdog Sanctuary - Our Yamnuska Pack
Saturday, September 5, 2020
Perhaps
Monday, August 31, 2020
First I selected the Pound from a Free Library while on a walk with the dogs. Then as we passed again I went beck for the Homer.
"For he has only just got back from abroad, and from a region so remote that one might well give up all hope of return once the winds had blown one astray into the wise expanse of sea, which is so vast and perilous that even the birds cannot make their passage in the year."
from Telemachus with Nestor
I often pick up different editions of titles I already own, especially if they are older editions by well known publishers. I enjoy reading different introductions and or notes for the same works. I also enjoy the sense of engagement with the past. The name in the top right corner indicates they came from the same person. And that person seems to have keep them for some time. Sadly there are no annotations.
"All night, and as the wind lieth amongThe cypress trees, he lay,"
from Speech for Psyche in the Golden Book of Apuleius
We looked for Pound's grave when we visited Cemetery Island in Venice. But it was a crowded graveyard and we settled for the grave of Igor Stravinsky.
"I had not thought death had undone so many." T.S. Eliot








