Sometimes a day creeps upon you and you have no idea what it is going to be like. Yesterday I was immensely happy in my day, but as it progressed it just got better and better. I was teaching for the first time this year and that was nice but a whole bunch of other things swung into place too and it was just good and nice, for it had music and pictures and wonderful juxtapositions in a delightfully chaotic kind of way: and Baudrillard came in to it as well, "...the secret of philosophy may not be to know oneself... but rather to dream what others dream..." and as it carried on today I found I had been dreaming as others dream and thinking about Wiliam Butler Yeats when he wrote:Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
And he was such a sweetie in unrequited love, but in my dreaming I was feeling the soft treading as such a joy and it is a joy (and I would have told him so). And that feeling carries on today. So I have included some dancing music in this post - should anyone feel inclined get up and do so. Or indeed it is music to levitate to (which is always fun I find) - so hit me - because I hope to go and see this movie - and one day I may write about the time I. and I walked (very difficult for him) through Edinburgh new town during the Edinburgh Festival and we stopped for a glass for he was parched:
