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| Blue |
Who would have thought it - 5 hours in a car there and back because the University was shut because of snow. Its enough to make a man turn blue. But there you have it - snow, one of the great unpredictables that makes life so fantastically brilliant, oh yay. And this week I was reminded of this by someone currently enduring the hottest heatwave of her years. Jeez, you would think there would be some meeting in the middle, but here is an extract from Silent Snow, Secret Snow by Conrad Aiken:
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'...the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly and steadily floating and turning and pausing, soundlessly meeting the snow that covered, as with a transparent mirage, the bare bright cobbles. He loved it-he stood still and loved it. Its beauty was paralysing beyond all words, all experience, all dream.'
And isn't the internet just great because you can read it in the Virginia Quarterly Review, Autumn, 1932, right here: http://www.vqronline.org/articles/1932/autumn/aiken-silent-snow/ And so now I have the weekend indoors (mostly) looking to do some things like writing/finishing songs, contemplating ideas, looking for new jobs (ooh how I could do with one of them). But for now, for now, for now, for now, all you aliens out there, come pick me up:
