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Gwyneth's avatar

When on the moss-green hill the wandering wind

Drowses, and lays his brazen trumpet down,

When snow-fed waters gurgle, cold and brown,

And wintered birds creep from the stacks to find

Solace, while each bright eye begins to see

A visionary nest in every tree —

Let us away, out of the murky day

Of sullen towns, into the silver noise

Of woods where every bud has found her way

Sunward, and every leaf has found a voice.

Mary Webb, Freedom

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Jeff Einstein's avatar

As always, thank you for the gift of proportion, Gwyneth.

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Libertarian's avatar

Poets were wise to trust their words with you.

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Jeff Einstein's avatar

Seconded.

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Gwyneth's avatar

Why, thank you, kind sir.

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andy's avatar

Execrable flick about irredeemable characters but at the end, The Manson Family on celluloid steroids gets to go out to Free Bird & the music gives them undeserved wings.

Bernoulli music: an increase in the fluid flow speed decreases the pressure.

But birds on the wing (especially hummingbirds) & music, & the feelings those elicit, preceded mathematicians’ transcription-descriptions of them … & what Alfred Hitchcock did with them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOadx4ZICaQ

Dirty Phoenix Birds apparently. Or catbirds El Dorado-seated at less than 9 lives. They got a cat o’ nine flogging by good old TX boys, but lived to tell a sequel tale. A trilogy it was, in fact (I only saw the one was enough).

Ah, well, despite Huxwell, cue Kiki Dee ~ what a chickadee! ~ who does it better than me & so I’m glad she’s out there :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3ZtImowdLU

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Jeff Einstein's avatar

Many thanks, Andy. The Bernoulli Principle remains constant regardless of which way the wind blows...

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