Some time back, someone remarked that your photos are like koans. That came to mind again today and yesterday in particular.
"Tourbillions" is a wonderful word. I just learned "euphonium" from my nephew.
When I followed your links I found that "Duirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite" ("I told you I was ill" in Irish) was the epitaph on Spike Milligan's headstone. A man who was instrumental in saving my life in the late 1980s requested that the words "I told you I was sick" be engraved on his headstone. That always makes me laugh when I see it as I walk through the nearby cemetery where he is buried. I had no idea that he was giving a nod to Spike Milligan.
Last, your links led me to order of a copy of THE WHITE GODDESS, by Robert Graves. I first heard of that book in 1967 when my excellent high school English teacher mentioned she was reading it. I have meant to read ever since.
And you share what you learn, which is lovely of you. Although The White Goddess is the one and only book I have ever thrown across a room. I was so annoyed by Graves' statements on why women could not be poets, written at a time when he was living with a fine poet who was a woman. On my dear mom's gravemarker these words: "to be continued..."
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Some time back, someone remarked that your photos are like koans. That came to mind again today and yesterday in particular.
"Tourbillions" is a wonderful word. I just learned "euphonium" from my nephew.
When I followed your links I found that "Duirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite" ("I told you I was ill" in Irish) was the epitaph on Spike Milligan's headstone. A man who was instrumental in saving my life in the late 1980s requested that the words "I told you I was sick" be engraved on his headstone. That always makes me laugh when I see it as I walk through the nearby cemetery where he is buried. I had no idea that he was giving a nod to Spike Milligan.
Last, your links led me to order of a copy of THE WHITE GODDESS, by Robert Graves. I first heard of that book in 1967 when my excellent high school English teacher mentioned she was reading it. I have meant to read ever since.
There it is, an entire book filled with our epitaph wish lists. I think I'd like for mine: "Help! Help! A terrible mistake has been made.
And you share what you learn, which is lovely of you.
Although The White Goddess is the one and only book I have ever thrown across a room. I was so annoyed by Graves' statements on why women could not be poets, written at a time when he was living with a fine poet who was a woman.
On my dear mom's gravemarker these words: "to be continued..."
Why is it that these kind of images find the lens of your camera - but won't come near mine ?
It .. is .. so .. frustrating.
Thanks for link to Graves and Milligan -- perhaps an unlikely friendship -- except that they were both creatives and both wounded combat veterans.
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