Inner yearling-yearnings probably mostly do not quiesce until the contralto lady sings the contrition away.
“…in the October 17, 1872 edition of The Daily Picayune, it states, “As long as the organ is playing, church is not out.”
And the Church Commission organ still plays.
As much as I like Otis’s ode, & as true as it is that relief from the tension it sings may not have come until his plane went down in WI (where SRV’s helo went down, too) - OR was just 26 years old - I like the dock in your photo better.
The Music of Chance echoes-echoes-echoes down & off the canyon (Nietzsche’s eternally recurring abyss-sssounds?) walls of time. Hard to find, but somebody put the whole on yt:
Thank you, for the kind and always rhythmic response. I still hear Otis's ode in the ether, and the final scene of A River Runs Through It is sheer poetry. Never saw the music of chance, but I love M. Emmet Walsh, and will grab this opportunity to check it out. That said, perhaps Nietzsche's abyss-sssounds are mere echoes of echoes...
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
— A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
- William Wordsworth, 1770-1850
Thank you, Gwyneth, for the delightful comment!
Inner yearling-yearnings probably mostly do not quiesce until the contralto lady sings the contrition away.
“…in the October 17, 1872 edition of The Daily Picayune, it states, “As long as the organ is playing, church is not out.”
And the Church Commission organ still plays.
As much as I like Otis’s ode, & as true as it is that relief from the tension it sings may not have come until his plane went down in WI (where SRV’s helo went down, too) - OR was just 26 years old - I like the dock in your photo better.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTVjnBo96Ug
Isn’t it ironic?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jne9t8sHpUc
Ron Johnson - cue the applicable line from Redding’s observation - is from WI.
https://yandex.com/video/preview/5824341986746426421
And I like this, at the end of A River Runs Through It:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsDnrFBpsBk
The Music of Chance echoes-echoes-echoes down & off the canyon (Nietzsche’s eternally recurring abyss-sssounds?) walls of time. Hard to find, but somebody put the whole on yt:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYZT5ftJDmY
PS Puppies, of any age, are good, too.
Thank you, for the kind and always rhythmic response. I still hear Otis's ode in the ether, and the final scene of A River Runs Through It is sheer poetry. Never saw the music of chance, but I love M. Emmet Walsh, and will grab this opportunity to check it out. That said, perhaps Nietzsche's abyss-sssounds are mere echoes of echoes...
Thanks again, as always, my friend.