August 24, 2014
A Brief for the Defense
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
- Jack Gilbert, A Brief for the Defense. Refusing Heaven.
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August 7, 2014
July 31, 2014
very cranky seagull who was hanging around obviously peturbed about something (perhaps our lack of snacks?) who looked quite strange when he decided to take a small nap, head tucked under wing but eye wide open.
what is better than a great companion at the beach?
a drive around the Greenwich Park, just beautiful, and then the sunset....mostly golden light, God loved the sailors this evening.
July 21, 2014
July 13, 2014
July 5, 2014
June 29, 2014
June 15, 2014
June 1, 2014
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our sense, restored, never to be then same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
May 30, 2014
May 19, 2014
April 29, 2014
We went to Maine in a post season very brisk October - and instead of summer tourists we had pretty great Halloween decorations, no crowds, and ...well, clam chowder, encore). Florida in July (not as bad as you think), North Carolina in August (again, not uncomfortable).What did we get in South Carolina? Amazing juxtapositions like peonies blooming out of frozen dirt, Spanish moss frosted. Seeing how southerners rise to the occasion of inclement weather with grace and patience. And the onion soup in the Charleston French Restaurant after walking in cold rain was divine.
great freezing cold walk down a long pier - the Nature Center at the end was closing but looked like it had some very nice offerings.
Another couple were walking on the pier with my frozen husband and myself, they were kind enough to call us over as we were leaving to point out this little fellow in the marsh grass hunting for his supper. They were from Virginia and told us tales of the frozen weather there...well, here it is late April and I have the house heater on so I guess we are still not out of it yet. Bet it's a lot warmer now though in South Carolina.