Monday, December 14, 2015

XVIII. Gribouiller le flot [quand la lumière de la pleine lune coulait]


Perhaps writing finds a place that is uniquely its own on these walls too, when it refuses to be abused by arrogance and tyranny: a noise which you have to strain your ear carefully and patiently for until you can make out the rare, discreet sound of a word that is for a moment true. –Translations in English by M.L. McLaughlin, Collection of Sand, II. The Eye’s Ray: “The Written City: Inscriptions and Graffiti” by Italo Calvino (1980)

His back was a deep blue green—the color of the deep places of the sea that Scomber had not yet seen—and over the blue-green background irregular inky stripes ran from the back fin halfway down his flanks. –Rachel Carson’s Under the Sea-wind (1941, 1951)

They stopped once at a farmhouse to ask if they could buy enough gas to get to the next station. The house smelled like fresh cold cheese. Their steps sounded hollow and lonely on the solid brown planks of the floor, and Therese thought in a fervid burst of patriotism—America. –Patricia Highsmith’s Carol, or The Price of Salt (1953)

In the ninth month of dreams and the retail season, one can imagine the origin of being branded with one's claws, Griffes's
The Three-Tone Pictures (1919), courtesy of Yeats and Poe, played out at the Hotel Elysée, where Tennessee Williams's last thought was of Rose (25 February 1983)—The ascendant
Moon, from its coalesced ten Earth radii of dust incorporates elements aether to air that had been thrown up in the mountains of Purgatory Resort Durango-
La Plata, whose arid Colorado taken from an automobile is a twice-ventured river town of Spain then Mexico that stems from the Basque genesis for water
Now, serviced by its own airport—The Champion Hotel occurs a later stretch from the ten miles west of Denver’s iron rose and specularite natural amphitheater; the court as it was the final stage of the repeated serves to Humbert’s handicap, beyond early spring mountains with young-elephant
Lanugo along their spines (1955), above which capered painted ladies, or Vanessa species on July umbels of A. archangelica; the Linnaean disciple, Johan Christian Fabricius dedicated to Phanes, the co-creator of birds, whose shirred scion; as it befits the buffet tête-à-tête between toast soldiers, is the Orphic Egg, and not the shield of the Emperor, whose seat of command proves otherwise unusable against the Siq’s rocks dropped above, in a space tourist-packed as the Petra sand bazaar's bottle with a camel

From a second-hand purveyor consequential to the 1938 WPA Guide to New Orleans; its 1983 hardcover clutched for its jester and unspecified side-by-side watering holes on Bourbon Street bordered by freshly painted pastel shotgun doubles, or camelbacks
As the apparition of a stage set, a house interior with more depth than breadth, in the manner of the Alexandre Benois family apartment (1911); which perusal of the Forbes collection; assorted to refurbish a crackling Madonna enthroned, whose standing child in the round could also be read as a decumbiture, yields an iron-bearing Milori blue that oxidizes over time, or the laundry potash of ultramarine, before conceding to the blue anilines of Petrushka’s room—The ballet’s prior two lackluster performances, which were improvised by the Lewinsohn sisters on Grand with accompanist Charles Tomlinson Griffes (1916)
Harkened that night, when Nijinsky appeared—To Stravinsky’s disarming triads imitative of birdsong, the transported folk tale; here, we unfold a string of Christmas angels from a book and a brace against such ugliness, with a kalpak, or possibly a Jewish hat, popularized by the costume witch or dunce, touted by yeomen cowering under white bed-linen, who left their smoke signals Sioux City to Waterloo, Lou Henry Hoover’s hometownShantih, enunciated into the right ear of the elephant-headed
One, before whom obstacles descend into the tiptoed five phalanges of its pillar legs in whose
prints one can discern its build—Tectonic boundaries, whose gyratory serpentinization; recited by heart by the seine-haul mackerel aged by their rings of otoliths, contains ammoniated phyllosilicates of Ceres—The ascendant
Probe Dawn resolving 35 meters per pixel (December 2015) detected their sublimation prior to the impression of a colony founded on basaltic maria, or paisaje lunar of Méxiquillo, Durango
Megasthenes (320 B.C.E.), following trade routes to Mathura, the birthplace of Krishna; imparting a face to the darkening Moon, beheld the uninterrupted niches of Castor and Pollux at Al-Khaznah already  having washed his hands in the protected gouge reclaimed under an exposed bulb and surrounding pallets of bottled water 

Of Ain MusaSeated one block up from the Museum of Modern Art, where, at 37 years old, Charles Burchfield has his solo exhibition (1930); taken in by an artist nine years his junior, Edward Hopper, who thereafter touched every eave and bannister with touches of meadow weld not unlike the Lionel train's run of displayed Dutch windmill and view of the Ohio’s moiré water
Contaminated with insoluble pesticides—Grievances that were first excerpted in The New Yorker fell against Müller’s Nobel Prize (1948), of a contact poison, the agent of fetal endocrine disruption and Rachel Carson’s manner of death, breast cancer (1964)—Few accessions of Detroit have endured, barring Let Me Show You What I Saw: American Views on City and Country 1912-1963 (2013), and a few warm thoughts before this elastic net of the mirror’s assimilation of its opposite; much that reflected in red, as the blown chimney of a Nantucket whale drawn in by its lungs and its oil refined by its flensed surface—Starlit Woods (1917), where watercolorist’s sable is actually camel,
Straining the steam of the teapot for auroras, of Sagittarius tracking along the Galactic Center to Antares, blued both by the occultation of the Moon and by its companion star surrounded in initialed branches, or that prospect struck before the Drake Hotel lobby’s central flume and marbled veneer, where the bellhop offers Churchill revived himself with a rye; simulated in place of Peace at Christmas (1917/1947)—Durango’s
Animas, or River of Lost Souls an abandoned mine stained ocher after some compliance official had blown her nose, among other such sites that span migration lanes to Astoria, Oregon; with infrequent bends worthy of the mentioning the epigraph of Fantasy Pieces Op. 6 (1915), Verlaine, with Stravinsky, Où le vent pleure ... / Rêvons, c'est l'heure  (1910)—Had Griffes
Occasion to visit the municipal baths docking in the East River, or was he curbed to the prep school beach outings, to remerge beyond the shelf half dead with pain and exhaustion, but freed from the grip of the dead ctenophore; at that moment, a swimmer is an elephant
Trouncing onto shore, with the shiver just as the recollected schoolmaster, Wittgenstein, who has struck Haidbauer at the chalkboard (1926)—MS 175 was composed at Cambridge’s Storey’s end; marking cancer’s deliberate progression into his marrow, its author faces the situation of being kept from visual discernment, as the fountain’s ascendant,   

Suddenly liberated Quaternary water that, is the essence of Remarks on Color (1950)—In ascendant
Life, and taking in, from XVIII. Vagabonds (1886); the first assemblage that withstood a young reader, the biscuit of the road, which is the cotton-in-culture, umbrageous Histoplasma endemic to the Mississippi River Valley—With the detective in pursuit along the rent-occupied frontier at the convergence of three states, Cairo, Illinois, whose ferry water
Interstate bridges had stilled—Counting the Empress chili signs to Cincinnati with like-minded countertops of GDR West Germany plastic cornucopias; to the indented tessel of Edward Hopper’s Tables for Ladies (1930), the hosts gathered to receive our succession of stops—Someone putting down an illustrated Chapman & Hall morocco from the 1868-1870 46-volume Household edition, which contains Bleak House (1852-3), is told the ancestral home is situated near Verulamium, St. Albans, where Matthew of Paris drafted for illumination the Tower of London’s elephant (1255)—
Unrecognizable to ourselves, we were twinkling of dictated but not read words in the disregarded harbor of our hired quarters—To express under tempered new moonlight (Capricorn) and polyester coverlet; the latter whose attendance at the ritual is abandonment on the floorboards, for an association of the seven paths accompanying the only other diner’s blazer, too common to us, seen from the rear window—Of the seeming material, as the sailor on the decade-long Longa Viagem (1418-1428) Dom Pedro d'Alfaroubeira’s celebrated of four camels,
Le Dromadaire, wood plate 10 of Raoul Dufy’s Le Bestiaire ou Cortège d'Orphée (1911)—With monasticism’s preserve of ingenuity; abiding on Kepler's Mysterium Cosmographicum (1596), which is in keeping the sphere of Saturn as a cube, we catechize the travelogue of the 13th century Le Serpent Rouge: Notes sur Saint-Germain-des-Prés et Saint Sulpice de Paris locating sixty-four stones on the chessboard of Europe—Stecchini synthesized from the Egyptian's prime meridian (1971), with Durango
At A5—For your mind at this move, realizing the extent of this allusion, a poem for flute, Charles Griffes’s

The White Peacock (1915-1919), for the sixth stage's cauda pavonis, after Prospero made the storm surge, played on the sea like dark green silk, at the wedding of Miranda (1611), after Matisse’s arresting Open Window at Collioure (1914), framed in the Debussyan Griffes
Blues scale—Hexatonics heard from Impressionist oils seeping at the peripheries; for the if then uncertain, latent view prepared by an English Romantic under the guise of a woman, Fiona McLeod, and sleepwaved under the prow, our Lovers are conveyed beyond the oiling of firearms, to the snow mists of rose, a sky above rigid forms through cherry tree branches, from the ascendant
News since Robert Goddard's liquid-fuel rocket (1926) and Shanti Devi's rebirth (11 December 1926)—Confirmation of aerosolized biota at its Southern pole (14 July 2005) predated by creatures resembling Luigi Serafini’s para-phalaropes (1981) kept aloft by cymatics—The horse will take us to Durango
From Tagore’s Kabir LXXII […] in the seam of the mantle of his heart (1915)—Maier’s XII. Subtle Allegory (1617) presents the four elements assigned continents, where he crosses within himself, the Erythrean Sea’s salt water 
Inflamed, from Trichodesmium, sea sawdust, and the crystalline matrix separating on the resonant Hertz tabletop—Where the blood began to beat, although, composed as the perfect pillar on Cosimo Rosselli’s (Biagio d'Antonio's) South wall of the Sistine Chapel (1481-2)—Over Arabia's buckram dunes expanded in classification to include Mars, he passes the Nile’s ray-finned, electroreceptive elephant
Fish, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire—The morning before meeting's broken milk bottle in the sink, and the Moon having Cancer for the roof of its house finding Mercury, we cannot leave Earth—South Truro’s Camel’s

Hump
(1931) Rachel Carson rambled in her pauses from listening for croaking Cynoscion being caught at Wood’s Hole—The enduring cedar shakes of Cape Cod have the look of burnt timber that reseals in the rebutted natural kiln of the interior and outer principles of ocean salt and air, with strewn sulfur against the rust that overwinters on red junipers; galls that became the salvation of the camel,
Whose eight times the human tolerance to brackish water focuses mouthfuls—Acute implications, as we repair through the drizzling 160-meter slot canyon of Petra with Jacopo, the Steiff monkey in the saddle rug—Without nullifying the wonder of lake water lapping with low sounds (1888) Charles Tomlinson Griffes
Prepared (1910), which meant considering wartime’s combed paper cord, whose streaming loom is nevertheless knotted by hand, for bears, and made behind the glass curtain at Giengen, whose manufacturing works awaited the International style (1911)—From a recollected train compartment; the domain of Hopper, and for the letters to physically deliver their promises from Les Rendez-vous d’Anna (1978), we spoke of them after studying the vintage showcased fauna, the ones in their tatter given the most expression, while apart from the floor to ceiling stock of Steiff at Galeria Kaufhof Cologne; to pine for vanishing department stores, particularly the one launched from the pincushion pattern for a felt elephant (8 December 1879)—Ascendant
Trees and their set logs; for the 24 hours, your direction presently returns to the rammed earth of Bruder Klaus Kapelle (2008), with its scorched concrete lit by a pyramid of a door—Fluted walls that were pricked with still glistening spyholes, and as we stood on the hand-ladled base ground, deferring to tongue detained until then by faith, where a natural opiate transpired, at a smallholding outside Mechernich scored with lead pits, as Gold King Mine, Durango
Entrancement felt then as a sea creature shattered against the gunwales, for at last, a clearing of conceit within the cavity of whale, and the Ptolemaic child n(w)n, whose meaning is inseparable from the fish in water, beyond a pyramid without a capstone, where rainwater

Filters down the spectral camel humps of Autumn to Winter, 1964-1966, where its maker writes in November 1963, the longest we have ever gone without a killing frost, in concert with the one of six of Haydn’s Paris Symphonies, No. 82 “The Bear (1786)—An irrepressibly good-natured, if imbalanced being as to drop to water
On its claws—The moonlit charges elephant tusks, that they all may never become separated from their noble proportions, as they are inscribed—Zumthor’s chapel contains a four-turn released clamp or a tropical wheel, for its constellation, Bharani, the Bearing Star, and then hidden behind the Moon phase ascendant in July—From Anuradha, the decorated gate of the woods bearing flowers through our flesh, as on Lucian of Samosata’s island of Dionysus, where we who happen to drink become knotted there, in the spirit of a mountain temple, Mithuna

Alight, like banded mackerel schooling five fathoms down, the tesserae of circumambulated pleasure domes of Griffes become known, if by their ley lines, El Silencio, from paused radio transmissions, as we embrace as we were driving among Coahuila and Chihuahua where they ultimately coincide at Durango, drawn as we were from the pull of their three satellites—

38 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

http://1drv.ms/1PTbG2G

Σφιγξ said...

This is a free association regarding Kafka's tuberculosis; the susceptible elephant, of Yesod, the Foundation, the green baize lined caskets of the Wooten desk that remind me (first thought) of Braque, who painted billiard tables.

http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/13581/13805131_3.jpg?v=8CF5B5FA5F755C0

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/bodyhorrors/2016/01/31/elephants-tb-outbreak/#.Vq7jOvkrIhd

Not really about Oregon, or captive breeding:

http://photos.oregonlive.com/oregonian/2012/01/packy_1962_2.html

Packy, and Braque is here "[...] flattening the bird and its egg-filled nest into undulating flowerlike patterns."

https://books.google.com/books?id=1k0EAAAAMBAJ&lpg=PA1&dq=May%2011%2C%201962%20Life&pg=PA61#v=onepage&q=May%2011,%201962%20Life&f=false

There is connecting the task to earth, Yesod, which is the Moon in water, to the Sun.

http://www.metmuseum.org/collection/the-collection-online/search/489968

http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/braque-the-billiard-table-t07992

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"Then there was a didactic message. As though dictated by some bookish pythoness from an English sortes Virgilianae. 'Which is death to hide' was Milton, talking about literature and the loss of it, talking about blindness, cross-referencing his own inertia to the terrible story of the unfaithful servant who cravenly buried one talent instead of multiplying it. There was the Grecian Urn. Thou still unravished bride of chastity. The non-sensuous sensuality in the mind. Urne buriall. Monumental alabaster. Smooth as monumental alabaster. That was surely far-fetched, dragged from too remote a text. Association looped irrelevances together. White, pale. cold, urn, horse, sky, sea.

The horse had antecedents, of which death on a pale horse was a remote and uncertain avatar. There was an archaic palfrey she couldn't place, instinct with fear, and some other very precise literary image of a rider hurrying to bury a treasure. This she waited blankly for, conjuring it, with the phrase 'fleet waters of a drowning world', with a kind of contrary after-image of her dream, a humped and trundling dark steed on a reach of black sand, not white, William Wordsworth's dreamed dromedary."

A.S. Byatt's The Virgin in the Garden (1978)

https://books.google.com/books?id=ll30Ij5jZpUC&lpg=PA98&ots=TzAKx-Au6d&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20%22dromedary%22&pg=PA98#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20%22dromedary%22&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=8_GmBgAAQBAJ&lpg=PA27&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&pg=PA27#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=idlhZ31vyKoC&lpg=PA23&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&pg=PA23#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%205%20%22Upon%20a%20dromedary%22&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=RTqPLcKsqL8C&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%207%20%22dromedary%22&pg=PA171#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20Book%207%20%22dromedary%22&f=false

Σφιγξ said...

http://www.treehugger.com/sustainable-product-design/mithun-architects-vertical-farm-for-seattle.html


Thank you, for reminding me. Exercise 64 will also here.

https://books.google.com/books?id=8kz6q3Alkm4C&lpg=PA49&dq=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20foxglove&pg=PA49#v=onepage&q=Wordsworth%20Prelude%20foxglove&f=false

"Shakespeare had seemed an obvious choice for name. It was 1952 and they were still considering what it meant to be English. To help them there was a new young queen, Gloriana risen. On their treasured gramophone they listened to Kathleen Ferrier singing British folk songs. They had journeyed to hear her sing with the Hallé at the re-opening of the Free Trade Hall in Manchester. It had been blitzed in 1940 and Nancy said that 1940 seemed so long ago (185)."

"Teddy was an early member of the Goldfish Club, although he rarely gave this fact much thought. There was a little cloth badge somewhere, a fish with wings, a result of having ditched in the North Sea. It was during his first tour and sometimes he wondered if he couldn't have had made better job of it, made those last few miles to land instead of thudding his Halifax on to the sea" (190). - Kate Atkinson's A God in Ruins

http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_vault/2013/05/07/soldiers_clubs_of_wwii_late_arrival_club_goldfish_club_caterpillar_club.html

Σφιγξ said...

Thank you, for reminding me.

https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1ixa-rXtwvD--yyDr

https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1ixhIN_p3Ijq6i_29

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"Sovereign powers have long wished to dominate the depths as well as the surfaces of the seas. The first among them may well have been Alexander the Great. The Hellenistic Alexander Romance records how, having once come across a crab of monstrous proportions inside whose shell there lay seven pearls the likes of which no man had ever seen, the Macedonian monarch concluded that 'they must originate in the inaccessible depths of the sea.' That thought immediately led him to another. 'Then,' Alexander proudly recalled in an informative, if lengthy, letter to his mother, 'I made a large iron cage, and inside the cage I placed a large glass jar, two feet wide, and I ordered a hole to be made in the bottom of the jar, big enough for a man’s hand to go through. My idea was to descend and find out what was on the floor of this sea.'1 The classical and medieval traditions offer multiple accounts of Alexander’s voyages beneath the waters.2 In Greek literary sources, he observes 'all kinds of fish,' including one enormous swimming beast that dares to pull the sovereign’s own cage through the sea, before wrecking it against the shore, spilling the king on the sand.3"

http://cabinetmagazine.org/issues/35/heller-roazen.php

Σφιγξ said...

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/food-tour-metropolitan-museum-art-180959894/?utm_source=smithsoniantopic&no-ist

Σφιγξ said...

Yes, Bharani deserves further investigation. Since I tagged ciphers here, it is only appropriate to mention my budding interest in the cryptoquote.

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books?id=7PbWX0gCQnIC&lpg=PT325&dq=American%20Pastoral%20%22pick%20up%20the%20Lackawanna%20edition%20of%20the%20Newark%20News%20at%20the%20general%20store%20with%20the%20single%20Sunoco%20pump%20out%20front%20and%20the%20produce%20out%20on%20the%20steps%20in%20boxes%20and%20burlap%20bags.%22&pg=PT325#v=onepage&q=American%20Pastoral%20%22pick%20up%20the%20Lackawanna%20edition%20of%20the%20Newark%20News%20at%20the%20general%20store%20with%20the%20single%20Sunoco%20pump%20out%20front%20and%20the%20produce%20out%20on%20the%20steps%20in%20boxes%20and%20burlap%20bags.%22&f=false

https://www.moma.org/collection/works/80000

Σφιγξ said...

Thank you, for reminding me:

https://books.google.com/books?id=iwWvuIuWOgEC&lpg=PR7&dq=Tennessee%20Williams%20%22Something%20wild%22&pg=PR7#v=onepage&q=Tennessee%20Williams%20%22Something%20wild%22&f=false

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2016/nov/26/jordan-petra-amman-holiday-jerash-dead-sea?CMP=fb_gu

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books?id=VVLZY-8602oC&lpg=PA325&dq=''I%20saw%20a%20blue%20fin%20and
%2C%20pushing%20off%20the%20fish%2C%20the%20most%20beautiful%20fish%20I%20had%20ever%20seen%20was%20revealed.%20It%20was%20five%20feet%20long%20and%20a%20pale%20mauve%20blue%20with%20iridescent%20silver%20markings.''&pg=PA325#v=onepage&q&f=false

Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer, 22 December 1938:

I saw a blue fin and, pushing off the fish, the most beautiful fish I had ever seen was revealed. It was five feet long and a pale mauve blue with iridescent silver markings.

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=13906

Franz Werfel, too, from this list:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/70139

Σφιγξ said...

Two of the best novels, and for further study, I have found to be written by journalists:

https://books.google.com/books?id=zbETAAAAQBAJ&lpg=PT46&dq=1913%20The%20Year%20Before%20the%20Storm%20%22about%20a%20reading%20by%20Franz%20Werfel%22&pg=PT46#v=onepage&q=1913%20The%20Year%20Before%20the%20Storm%20%22about%20a%20reading%20by%20Franz%20Werfel%22&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=03k6_CwZ5qYC&lpg=PP1&dq=J.M.%20Ledgard%20Giraffe&pg=PA6#v=onepage&q=J.M.%20Ledgard%20Giraffe&f=false

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.museothyssen.org/en/collection/artists/burchfield-charles-ephraim/orion-winter

Kislev.

https://www.burchfieldpenney.org/collection/object:v2013-1215-001-the-star/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfAwg84UWIw

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6oc0cO5Nvw

Σφιγξ said...

Exercise 86.

https://earthsky.org/tonight/full-long-night-moon-on-december-22

Σφιγξ said...

Source material for future reference:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1GG116BmFqR33hwIGa86fmFoZ-oHAuifm/view?usp=sharing

Σφιγξ said...

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1lBrGwmVa9djb7LCA

Yes, I will keep this case in mind, the bird glaze.

Σφιγξ said...

Perhaps the sky will be cirrocumulonimbus, ciel moutonée, mackerel sky.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/lists/weird-cloud-formations/mackerel/

Σφιγξ said...

Late entry.

https://1drv.ms/u/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1lVzO3vOFdrlnzI4J

https://www.burchfieldpenney.org/general/ceb-in-his-own-words/article:10-15-2016-12-01am-charles-e-burchfield-emjournals-em-vol-62-oct-15-1964/

Σφιγξ said...

https://advances.sciencemag.org/content/7/5/eabe0465

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.peterfreemaninc.com/exhibitions/catherine-murphy#30

Σφιγξ said...

With years worth of paid time off (PTO) that I would be forfeiting, I planned to take two weeks off as I was being processed, with no appreciable follow thorough on Memorial Day weekend. The second week is intended for inprocessing and the like, and then to minimize the two weeks' notice that I owe as a courtesy to my employer. My schedule for the current situation is most weekends, where I have a lot of autonomy.

I do not sense that I have overplayed my hand.

I am gravitating to Ledgard's Giraffe (2006) again, and I will reread it.

As you may be unaware, I am obligated to read at least one geographically situated work of lore in the tradition the first book that started it, Nancy Rhyne's Coastal Ghosts (1985). The immaterial neighbors and the avian life are the first draws of any (re)revisited place.

May 30, 2021 at 8:22 AM

Σφιγξ said...

Since I am a maximalist, I am going to extend Snehurka, Snow White, with Basile's Pentamerone (1634), which is subtitled Lo cunto de li cunti, which sounds altogether different to a non-Neapolitan speaker.

https://www.complete-review.com/reviews/popgb/ledgard.htm

https://books.google.com/books?id=DSnaCwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=the+tale+of+tales+basile&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjEj5i0tPHwAhVKVc0KHd_XAWAQ6AEwAHoECAcQAw

https://www.jstor.org/stable/41388543?seq=1

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Σφιγξ said...
In today's archaeology I found:

Alberto Manguel's The Library at Night
John Berger's From A to X: A Story in Letters
Michael Nyman's The Heart Asks Pleasure First (from The Piano) sheet music
First printing of Ian Fleming's From Russia with Love
Criterion Collection: Alain Resnais's Nuit et brouillard

Σφιγξ said...

I am working up to being less stiff. I am reminded of something my mother said about the telling age of a woman's knees from Agatha Christie's Poirot series, Cat Among the Pigeons (1959).



https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ErvwNG2WKSJfytlR5E14dg2Bm1sprrw6/view?usp=drivesdk

Σφιγξ said...

Charles F. Gritzner's North Carolina Ghost Lights and Legends (2019)

Nancy Roberts's Ghosts of the Carolinas (1967)

Σφιγξ said...

Four contiguous twelve-hour days mean three days off in succession. Aside from shift swaps, like this week, I will stay with a fixed schedule. I am going to do this as long as I am able.

Topically, Ian Fleming resurfaces in my hummingbird book.

https://www.birdwatchingdaily.com/gear/books/book-story-ornithologist-james-bond/

Σφιγξ said...

https://abcbirds.org/bird/glittering-starfrontlet-hummingbird/

Exercise 90. Along the line of Charles Burchfield providing some inspiration.

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.huntermuseum.org/charles-burchfield

https://www.google.com/books/edition/Christmas/s-U2DwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=Judith%20Flanders%20Christmas&pg=PP1&printsec=frontcover

I read this last Christmas, and then I found her other books. After I read all of Lucy Worsley's books, except for maybe one, I was on the kick.

When Linda Stedman would like to retire from Too Many Books, I would like to take care of it, and perhaps augment the top shelves with my dollhouses. It would not be a revenue-generating project, but it would be an excuse to share all the books that I have read that are shifting the foundations of two houses and a storage unit. My estimation is that I would need two professions to take on this passion project. Acquisition, and sharing, is not a difficult thing for me. I can imagine staying up all night to read a book before I sell it the next day in order to release it into the world. One can speak cogently about it, then.

I remember many hours I spent there as a young person and an adult.

This has great pictures and text, and it just arrived in the mail from a remainder on eBay.

https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Making_of_Home/oFyzBgAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=The%20Making%20of%20Home%20Judith%20Flanders&pg=PR2&printsec=frontcover

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Y7AXJYTjxk

https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Dollhouse-of-Petronella-Dunois-c-1676-1700-multimedia-variable-dimensions-amsterdam_fig2_272273622

This parasitic plant I have seen all over this wet summer is in the Magnolia Order, and it is one I think fits the Burchfield aesthetic:


https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/49477-Monotropa-uniflora

Σφιγξ said...

To correct the record: Monotropa uniflora is in the Order Ericales.

https://www.themorgan.org/exhibitions/online/emily-dickinson/23

Humility in all things. I hesitate to mention it, but it is there.

Σφιγξ said...

https://virginiawildflowers.org/2015/09/02/pinesap/

Σφιγξ said...

No. Not a bookshop, and not here.

https://www.chemwatch.net/blog/the-science-behind-the-smell-of-rain/

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books/about/The_Sound_of_a_Wild_Snail_Eating.html?id=o2OSXacA30YC#v=onepage&q=The%20Sound%20of%20a%20Wild%20Snail%20Eating%20%22partridgeberry%22&f=false

Exercise 90.

Mitchell repens is in the Rubiaceae family of coffee and antimalarial Cinchona bark.
This site has the best pictures.


https://wildadirondacks.org/adirondack-wildflowers-partridgeberry-mitchella-repens.html

Σφιγξ said...

Thank you, for reminding me. Exercise 90:

https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1mx1h6W8Y91QaAAL7?e=ENCrcx

Σφιγξ said...

I will take a picture of the compromise, like a Little Library, like the one in Farrow and Ball No. 87 or No. 90....

Σφιγξ said...

https://newatlas.com/biology/bird-sleeping-dream-song/