I like playing the mandolin, usually as the day winds down. It helps me to unwind and hear the world anew and last night as I strumming was thinking about something Wallace Stevens wrote,
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
It would be nice to think the good world imagined was indeed a true and trustworthy place, a world of ultimate good, as it should be. It was Joni Mitchell who wrote, 'That was just a dream some of us had…' but I am not for throwing it away, not yet anyway. But I was sent this picture the other day and it brings back memories of youthful ideas and my old neighbourhood. Can it really be 35 years ago that I lived above the Anchor Bar, blimey. But the bar is still there and how we have travelled, this song takes me back - and I love this video (though its not easy to see):
