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Saturday and the sun is shining but here I am still hiding from too much to do. The corrections from Monsters has to be attended to along with much muttering and tidying but the good news is the Bogeyman book arrived, which is nice. The keynote in Byron Bay was a good boost to the old ego - and it went well which is good. But I had such a good time there, even in the rain - why does it always rain on me (must be a song there). I am convinced it always rains in Australia but I did like it - especially Brisbane where we ate Thai food in a BYOB restaurant (bring your own bottle - which was a nice crisp NZ Sav Blanc and it went very nicely with the sate and Thai fishcakes). This week I have been thinking about Icarus and Angels and flying and flight and flying boys in trying to get an idea settled. And I especially like Antonia Pont's 'Intimacy and Making' in AXON on Rilke's beautifully written The first elegy where he wrote:
Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic
orders? And even if one of them suddenlypressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his
stronger existence. For beauty’s nothing
but the beginning of terror we’re still just able to bear,
and we find it so bewitching since it serenely
disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.
And the wonder, could anyone withstand the embrace of an angel? Its just a notion, floating on the back of feather in a dry tempest (not in the Australian rain though - I don't think I have ever actually experienced 24 hour rain before, all day and all night - feathers could never float on that breeze). Sometimes Jan Garbarek does it for me - allows for contemplation and thought about angels and reckless flying boys:
