June 4, 2008
Dinner with a view
…listen
…about the musicStill. Beautiful.
A friend of ours on the north end of the island enjoys this sight each time he walks in his front door, as do I each time I visit. This was the view from his deck two evenings ago: an archipelagenous melange (I love making up words) of boundary water humps ruled by the U.S. and British Columbia in theory, and by the glaciers of yore in fact. Even on an overcast day, the serenity is unmatched. Perhaps, especially on one.
Glenn Buttkus said,
June 4, 2008 @ 6:34 am
Tricky prose today, requiring some thought about its inner beauty and content:
Still. Beautiful.
A friend of ours
on the north end
of the island
enjoys this sight
each time he walks
in his front door,
as do I
each time I visit.
The view
from his deck
two evenings ago:
was an archipelagenous melange,
I love making up words),
of boundary water humps
ruled by the U.S.
and British Columbia,
in theory,
and by the glaciers
of yore
in fact.
Even
on an overcast day,
the serenity
is unmatched.
Perhaps,
especially
on one.
Alex Shapiro
Her accompanying picture for this reflection was lovely, as was her musical selection, Evensong “Nunc Dimittis”, 1:44 of snippet from a 17 minute suite she composed in 1999. She had written about it,”It is a pensive lullaby which blossoms into contenment and inner light.” I responed to the icon and the music thusly:
The View
Twilight gathers
around the edges
of gray on gray,
as the waves
turned to glass,
and stiletto slits
pierced the clouds
like giant rips
in the cumulus fabric
of the sky;
with several dark silhouettes
of nearby islands
stood in quiet clumps
to catch your eye,
as you enjoyed
drinks on the deck;
while barely audible
a distant flute
trills on the wind,
signaling adieu
to the day.
Glenn Buttkus June 2008
Bill Belote said,
June 4, 2008 @ 4:31 pm
I can feel the serenity from this scene. It makes all the daily pettiness and hassles just evaporate. Which is why I have trepidation sharing the following with my friend Alex and her band of Kelpinistas for whom I have such respect. Continue on if you dare!!!
“Living entirely without sex for more than 85 million years.”
And I thought things were slow for me! Ka boom! But seriously folks, check this out. Maybe Alex with a microscope will find some of these ‘sisters’ in her neighborhood.
http://judson.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/06/03/the-weird-sisters/
Doug Palmer said,
June 6, 2008 @ 7:31 am
Bill, is that less than twice a year?
Glenn Buttkus said,
June 6, 2008 @ 12:29 pm
I believe that sex without love is like breathing without oxygen. Now love without sex is usually between real men; most of whom can wear pink and eat funky French cuisane. Having multiple partners is like auditioning for Cirque Du Soliel. It reminds me of that old story of the 90 year old gentleman who married the 19 year old young lady. She sent him to the doctor to check out his stamina and basic health, to find out if he was healthy enough for sex. He got home, smiling, slammed the door, and yelled out,”Oh baby, how many times a week is bi-annually?”
Glenn
Alex Shapiro said,
June 8, 2008 @ 9:59 am
I am just now catching up on my reading; thank you, Bill, for a fabulous article. All I can say is that I am extremely happy that I am not a bdelloid rotifer!! I never thought I’d type those words.
That being said, think how emotionally uncomplicated their little transparent lives must be… it must be easier to live that way, not needing anything or anyone. But then again, no bdelloid rotifer has been known to create a great, moving work of art. Strife, struggle, longing, need, desire… this is where that stuff comes from! Without it, we are sexless, dispassionate artists. Wouldn’t want that.