Ghost of a flea: Illuminate
Ghost of a flea: Illuminate: Music is a half-forgotten memory of a primitive state, it is a bridge of holiness between this world and the world of all beauty… — Hildegard von Bingen
Tag: memory
Diversions for a rainy day.
They have many rainy days in Ireland, where this bit comes from. One of my favorite writers, Flann O’Brien. There was nothing unusual in the appearance of Mr John Furriskey but actually he has one distinction that is rarely encountered – he was born at the age of twenty-five and entered the world with a … Continue reading Diversions for a rainy day.
What we tell each other
Today, all of us bloggers who are remembering the third anniversary of the WTC/Pentagon attacks are remembering it as, of course, a very vivid memory. “Seems like just yesterday,” we say to ourselves, or somesuch. I suddenly find myself equipped with a sufficiently long memory to have accumulated a small handful of similar cultural… yardsticks? … Continue reading What we tell each other
O2
The upstairs air conditioning has been out for a week. This happens yearly, around this time (though usually in mid/late May). The hvac people are coming by to install a new something yesterday (i.e. they haven’t showed up yet). Meanwhile, I get used to Real Air. In the Ohio River Valley, that’s not necessarily a … Continue reading O2
white pebble 