I’m headed for India early next week to spend a month there traveling around. I will be taking several long train rides through different parts the country. Trains are a great way to see the Indian countryside, and they are also an extraordinary experience in themselves.
Happy Holidays, Everyone!
I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all I had seen, heard, smelled, and felt: dizziness, horror, stupor, astonishment, joy, enthusiasm, nausea, inescapable attraction. What had attracted me? It was difficult to say: Human kind cannot bear much reality. Yes, the excess of reality had become an unreality, but that unreality had turned suddenly into a balcony from which I peered into - what? Into that which is beyond and still has no name…
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
–e. e. cummings
With thanks to The Beauty We Love.
Photograph by Jules Gervais Courtellemont, National Geographic
A man plays his guitar for a young girl in Granada, Spain, in this autochrome picture that appeared as part of a photo essay in the March 1929 issue of National Geographic.
An early master of autochrome photography, Jules Gervais Courtellemont was one of the first to embrace the technology when it became commercially available in 1907.
Before dawn, across the whole road
as I pass I feel spiderwebs.
Within people’s voices, under their words or
woven into the pauses, I hear a hidden sound.
One thin green light flashes over a smooth sea
just as the sun goes down.
What roses lie on the altar of evening
I inhale carefully, to keep more of.
Tasting all these and letting them have
their ways to waken me, I shiver and resolve:
In my life, I will more than live.
Paul Caponigro, American photographer: Callanish Stone Circle, Scotland, 1972 from Megaliths. Thank you, 12bent.
Dave Brubeck with Carmen Mcrae | “Take Five.”
RIP, David Brubeck, 91.
What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things, compared with being shown some star’s surface, some hard matter in its home! I stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange to me…Talk of mysteries!–Think of our life in nature,–daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?
—Henry David Thoreau
Painting: Claude Monet, The Avenue, 1878