OT ~ Welcome to Saturday Morning!
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Good morning good people!
Update: Hurricane Harvey news:
No firewall on Wapo: https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/2017/live-updates/weather/hurric...
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/live/2017/aug/26/hurricane-harvey-ma...
https://twitter.com/hashtag/hurricaneharvey?f=tweets&vertical=news&src=h...
Hurricane forecast to linger for days with up to three feet of rain in areas.
While cat 4 storm threatened lives, Trump pardons Arpaio and signs an order barring transgender people from joining the military; North Korea shoots missiles and Gorka took his ball and went home.
Be safe in Texas, everyone!
When we look for perfection, we often miss the little flaws giving color, nuance, shadow and substance to our daily encounters, yet, we do admire technique in most endeavors and so is this paradox seen in theatre; juxtaposing, balancing perfection with imperfection derived from a deep admiration of craft enjoining designers, playwrights, technicians, actors--the whole community--in quite understanding of the superb, of when a break-through of the ordinary occurs; instilling desires to work harder, to dedicate to a larger pursuit.
This is not putting up statues for adulation. It's a breathing, living, sweating art, a sense of universality driving all in want of communication, of pain, of love, of bewilderment; capturing dreams in hopes of setting down moments of being for all to appreciate.
Sir Laurence Olivier, for instance, could recite the Lord's prayer on one breath; having, like opera singers, trained his lungs in breath control; technique before greatness.
And when Derek Jacobi took to the stage in 79 as Hamlet, the prior production scuttlebutt in London was that Jacobi didn't have the vocal range to pull off the part.
Outwitting the naysayers, Jacobi made his entrance as the Dane and opened in a whispering voice.
This said to arrive at morning's quote:
It’s been fifteen years at this writing since I first came across THE LORD OF THE RINGS in the stacks at the Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh. I’d been looking for the book for four years, ever since reading W. H. Auden’s review in the New York Times. I think of that time now — and the years after, when the trilogy continued to be hard to find and hard to explain to most friends — with an undeniable nostalgia. It was a barren era for fantasy, among other things, but a good time for cherishing slighted treasures and mysterious passwords. Long before Frodo Lives! began to appear in the New York subways, J. R. R. Tolkien was the magus of my secret knowledge.
I’ve never thought it an accident that Tolkien’s works waited more than ten years to explode into popularity almost overnight. The Sixties were no fouler a decade than the Fifties — they merely reaped the Fifties’ foul harvest — but they were the years when millions of people grew aware that the industrial society had become paradoxically unlivable, incalculably immoral, and ultimately deadly. In terms of passwords, the Sixties were the time when the word progress lost its ancient holiness, and escape stopped being comically obscene. The impulse is being called reactionary now, but lovers of Middle-earth want to go there. I would myself, like a shot.
For in the end it is Middle-earth and its dwellers that we love, not Tolkien’s considerable gifts in showing it to us. I said once that the world he charts was there long before him, and I still believe it. He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found them a place to live, a green alternative to each day’s madness here in a poisoned world. We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers — thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
— Peter S. Beagle
Watsonville, California
14 July 1973
Morning humor and theatre:
Morning news: from 1964, "if i sing about it, it will only take as long as the song."
Morning poetry:
"makes me high when you turn your love my way"
Morning music:
the incredible Sally Bowles
one more time in "Power-Glide" transmission
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
~ Lewis Mumford
Tingle, tingle, little bell
life can be hell
no place, dwelling
for genes
in tune with magic.
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Love one another
Latest from Citizen Sane, Debbie the sane progressive: For The Want Of Hope ... Road to Hell Paved W Good Intentions. I'm with her. But what heck happens at 5 minutes, and then again near the end?
Da plane! Da plane! See 'em in the upper right?
LOL that is when the tin foil hat melted on my head, because yesterday the same same happened here where I live. In fact they flew directly over me more than once. By the third pass I had my camera and was outside smiling and waving, flashing the peace sign
At first I thought our little airport was doing glider tours, but they are not towing they are flying in some weird formation exactly so far apart. Prop plane leading, jet plane following. huh LOL it doesn't help me that she was streaming from Claudia's cabin, that just makes it great!
Let's make a better world outside of electoral politics, I am ready. Whatever happens, I'm going out dancing. Every day until the end. Peace and Love to all.
Morning eyo...
The plane, the plane.
Love the big black cat in vid.
Thanks for reading and sharing and have a good one!
Updated with Hurricane Harvey links...
Be safe, everyone!
Good morning
The Lake is calm, the temperature is slowly rising to a whopping 72, and the sun is shining brightly. The dog days of summer - sad. I really do not like dark, gray, and cold.
"Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon
My SAD kicked in in June.
Now it's bad. I had heat come on in my house last night. Damn depressing.
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
Morning dk...
Morning Smiley7
I got nuthin... But hope and happy thoughts for the future...
Have a good one everyone.
I want a Pony!
Morning Arrow...
Thanks for the happy thoughts. Hoping the surf's up and the ceviche is cold.
Have a great day.
Good morning, Smiley7. Steve Allen, a bona fide intellectual on
TV, just imagine. They always sneak in as comics.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Morning el...
Yes, Steve impressed us all in many ways. Enjoy the day.
Drinking in your poetry . . .
It's an awful nice way to start a Saturday morning.
Watched part of the Sane Progressive video . . . up to the airplane part . . . maybe more later. I'm a Bernie Sanders fan, no doubt, but I absolutely agree with her about the power structures behind everything world wide need to be changed. Bernie doesn't appear to be able to do anything about that. Not going to judge it one way or the other.
Tying that in to Hurricane Harvey. Harvey might do it for us. There is absolutely no doubt that this is a climate crisis event. The hurricane itself is not the big problem. It is the enormous volume of moisture evaporated into the atmosphere from the hot ocean that is now being dumped on Texas. Four major cities are in the storm. Doesn't look like it will make it to Dallas, but it could before it is all over.
Having experienced 20 inches in two days in 10/2015 (16 the first day), understanding the devastation that caused, I have to ask . . . what will up to 40 inches of rain do? I don't think anyone died during the 20" event. Earlier in the year during another heavy rain, we lost a young man who got out of his car when it stalled. He was washed away. What the 20 inches of rain did was wash out 2/3 of the gravel roads in the county and several blacktop roads. A train was washed off the tracks. We could lose lots of roads and bridges in Texas. The situation in Houston concerns me. They did not evacuate since the high winds were not forecast. My cousin and her family are still there. They live in a darling older neighborhood near downtown that has experienced some flooding in the past. They know they are welcome to bug out to our house.
Dang. I hope this wakes people up.
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Morning Marilyn...
Sharing concerns for your family staying safe.
And, as always, thanks for your encouraging words.
Be careful on the roads if you have to travel.
Glad to see you posting from Texas
I hope you're all safe, and your plantings survive the next days drenching. Sometimes I think about what you are doing on your land with your family and everything, when Debbie rants about creating "something new". Just because I'm sick of electoral politics doesn't mean you are. No judgments right on.
She reminds me of me in my forties, kind of. Rowr. Oh yeah I loved that cat! Kitty shows up all through the vid, knocking stuff over and chasing leaves in the background. Funny
peace
I am absolutely sick of electoral politics!
(wrote a long reply earlier but lost it!)
I am certainly with you. Still think it will take a Ghandi type boycott of the establishment that is so deep underground they won't know it is happening until is too late. And I never expected Bernie to be "Jesus" - always saw him as a "John the Baptist" = the voice crying out in the wilderness. So when he got "beheaded" I wasn't surprised. Even so, an important role in the long run.
I think we, the collective, are "Jesus." We will be the saviors (I hope!).
I like it that you went outside with your camera and gave them a peace sign!
You sound like you have been a Sane Debbie type.
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Houston area here, checking in
Back of house is an impromptu lake. Side of house is a river running to the lake. Weak hack berry tree partially uprooted, leaning on a smaller one. If they go, they'll probably take out the power line.
Mandatory evacuation due to San Bernard river, which is 1/2 mile away. I have not even seen a cop or other type of official person, so I'm only getting my info from the tee vee.
Will likely lose my job if I can't get there tomorrow and the rest of the week. That irks me, but worse would be being stuck there for days without a shower. I'll have to pack for a week's stay when I attempt to make the 60 mile treck. And then, how will I eat? Businesses are closed. No gas, no food. Just not worth it.
Sitting tight in rural, southeast Texas, outside of Houston. (At least I have power and water for now.)
Oh my Deja!
You are expected to go to work? I watched some Houston broadcast last night with the Mayor and other officials. They were telling everyone to stay home!
I hope you sit tight and that the river stays far away.
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Yes, I'm expected to go to work despite Harvey
Of course they sent out the generic We care about your safety, but made sure to add bring food if you risk your life and vehicle's life to get here. Oh, and park on the second floor of garage.
Just got a text that people are trapped there now - where I work - walls of windows and no safe place away from flying glass - with tornadoes popping up all around. Excuse my language, but fuck that shit!
Hell to the naw!
[video:https://youtu.be/-K7fCQlUhj0]
Hey, you okay?
Hurricane damage, Fulton, Rockport...
I, in pain mode, got my first delivery of CBD oil.
Hmm. Seems to be functioning already. My head popped a bit off the top. But not high, high. 3 hours of sleep last night, so my circadian rhythms have not been reset. Pain levels must fall.
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
This may seem a bit sappy, but . . .
(((hugs))) my online friend.
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Stay safe!
And hugs back!
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.