Another day and time
I just saw this beautiful image by Tom Laveuf over at The Paipo Society.
Wow.
Spending today in front of my computer just got a whole lot harder.
the sea is all about us
From The Dry Salvages by T.S. Eliot (published in 1941) The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land's edge also, the granite Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses Its hints of earlier and other creation: The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale's backbone; The pools where it offers to our curiosity The more delicate algae and the sea anemone. It tosses up our losses, the torn seine, The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar And the gear of foreign dead men. The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices. ---------------- I just read this at the beginning of the Afterword by Jeffrey S. Levinton in the 1989 edition of Rachel Carson's, The Sea Around Us. It is a section of a much longer poem, that itself is part of a set, Four Quartets , that were largely written during World War II. The Dry Salvages was written during the air-raids in Britain, and it is very sad. I'm not vouching for the whole thing, but ...
At lunch I took myself out into the sunny, clear-sky, winter day. I walked through the tree-filled campus, past the lakes and read a book as I waited for a bus into the city. I got off at the gallery and walked the rest of the way over the bridge across the river. The sunlight sparkled on the water, the ferries speeding through. The, Jen and I shared lunch at the markets in the city square - paella, roast pork rolls and a creme brulee! I made my way back here to my desk with a neenish tart in my bag.
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