Sunday, November 17, 2013

"Life is a long walk forward through the crowded cars 
of a passenger train, the bright world racing past beyond 
the windows, people on either side of the aisle, strangers 
whose stories we never learn, dear friends whose names 
we long remember and passing acquaintances whose
names and faces we take in like a breath and soon
breathe away."

from Local Wonders
Ted Kooser

When I decided to use the Kooser quote above I had intended
to end with another quote from one of his poems. However while
flipping through the The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English
Verse Chosen by Philip Larkin I found The Ice by Gibson and loved 
the  poem so much I decided to use it instead. Kooser's strength is 
always metaphor and the image of life as a walk through the cars of a 
moving train really spoke to me. I could not resist complimenting it
with Gibson's poems dealing with the stages of life where the elderly
women has attained the wisdom to ignore the jeers of others and 
experience the pure joy of childhood. I love the ability of literature to
allow us to share the experience of others or view the world from a 
different perspective. We all use a variety of sources and mechanisms
to guide our lives and make sense of the world whether it is personal 
experience,  family, community, religion, political ideology, science or 
art etc. I really enjoy using science, nature, literature and paintings 
to inform my world view and colour my experience. And of course
pets and science fiction.

In winter we tend to hibernate here we are going for it.

Saturday I had hoped to go to an Ivan Eyre show but the 
weather took a real turn for the worse so I took some photos
of the usual suspects enjoying the heated bird bath. Today
we started with -20 celsius and have warmed up to -11 so
I am watching the CFL playoffs and thinking about vacuuming. 

"HER day out from the workhouse-ward, she stands,
A grey-haired woman, decent and precise,
With prim black bonnet and neat paisley shawl,
Among the other children by the stall;
And with grave relish eats a penny ice.
To wizened toothless gums, with quaking hands
She holds it, shuddering with deliscious cold;
Nor heeds the jeering laughter of young men --
The happiest, in her innocense, of all:
For, while their insolent youth must soon grow old,
She, who's been old, is now a child again."

The Ice
Wilfred Gibson


Kathie Brown said...

Guy, this is lovely. I have never heard of either poet so it is nice to be introduced! "Ice" seems perfect for the weather you are having! BRRRRR! I'd be hibernating on that couch with the pets as well in those temps! Enjoy your day!

WildBill said...

The last photo is really interesting. Yes, winter is coming and we might as well all enjoy it!

Celeste said...

My goodness Guy, that is seriously cold! So lovely to see your sweet pets all warm and snuggly too :) Beautiful words.

kerrdelune said...

Love this post, those gorgeous house finches, and the whole notion of hibernating, preferably with Spencer beside me, a little good music on the CD player (he really likes Beethoven), a stack of books and a mug of tea.

Guy said...

Hi all

I have been out of touch for awhile but I want to thank you all for your kind words. With temperatures hovering in the minus mid teens as a high and a wind chill this will be another hibernating week.