Thursday, December 04, 2008

On derive at World's End (2)


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" The four and twenty letters make no more variety of words in diverse languages, than melancholy conceits produces diversity of symptoms in several persons.They are irregular, obscure, various, so infinite...you may as well make the moon a new coat, as a true character of a melancholy in man..."

Walking the confines of melancholy at World's End, Sam Renseiw ponders on the whereabouts of Troy and Mycenae, the songs of spring, the lightness of creative being and other Ubi Sunt. Drift along by clicking here or on the links above - other versions at Blip.tv (patafilm # 647, 05'08', 27.3Mb, Quicktime/mov - other versions at Blip.tv)

Today's Bonus Lumiere Video features a fine moment of Jitter Bugging ( Lum # 167 " autumn jitter " 01'00'' , 6MB, Quicktime/mov)

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Blogger gurdonark said...

"Everyone knows the old triumphant line, "London Bridge is broken
down," yet few are aware that the words are translated from an old
Norse song, and fewer still could say who broke down the bridge".
--Heaton-Cooper and Jungman, 1911

Whenever we are near Winnipeg, we stop by the Oak Hammock Marsh. This huge wetlands area, flat with northern marshes, hosts thousands upon thousands of shore birds and water fowl. The red-winged blackbird is joined by his more esoteric cousin the yellow-headed blackbird. Duck-like creatures of a wealth of different natures swim and honk and submerge and lift up.

The marsh might seem pedestrian, except that it is full of life-a picture-postcard, a vivid field recording.

I imagine, too, that even the end of the earth, is animated not by its bleak backdrop, but by the animation brought to it, even in melancholy, even in quiet reflection.

We walk in such places, and tell ourselves stories in sing-song, like the London Bridge song, and we are ever like Ethelred the Unready, who toppled the bridge, and nobody remembered why, but
the tune resonated thereafter--
like the sound of snow geese,
piercingly lovely, off in the distance, as one walks the marsh.

Friday, December 05, 2008 5:24:00 am  

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