Yesterday spring arrived on the south coast and it was braw, such a nice day to be out and about, snapping with a camera. I like the line of this picture as the barrier walks us down to the sea from the top of the beach. I was having a wee stroll, contemplating the morning because this was 8 a.m. in Goring by Sea, which is about thirty miles along the coast from Brighton. I was thinking about Rilke's Walk, and being grasped by what we cannot grasp:
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance -
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance -
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
This is The Karine Polwart Trio singing the wonderful Michael Marra's, Like Another Rolling Stone. A lot of Marra's work can be a little over-sentimental for my liking and this gets close, but not too close.
