Monday, September 3, 2012

Beginning again . . .

The new edition of Prufrock's Dilemma is up and running and can be found by clicking here. I do hope you'll come visit.

Should you have any "technical difficulties," as they say, please don't hesitate to write me here or send me an e-mail, and I'll try to address them. My skills on Wordpress are as yet rudimentary, but where there's a will, no doubt there's a way.

I look forward to hearing from you!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Will the “Real” Vinteuil Sonata Please Stand Up?

The year before, at an evening party, he had heard a piece of music played on the piano and violin. At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted. . . . But then at a certain moment, without being able to distinguish any clear outline, or to give a name to what was pleasing him, suddenly enraptured, he had tried to grasp the phrase or harmony—he did not know which—that had just been played and that had opened and expanded his soul, as the fragrance of certain roses, wafted upon the moist air of evening, has the power of dilating one’s nostrils. . . . This time he had distinguished quite clearly a phrase which emerged for a few moments above the waves of sound.
 —Marcel Proust, from À la recherche du temps perdu, vol.1: Du côté de chez Swann

Saturday, August 18, 2012

"Let's say we had wings . . ."

Let's say we had wings, and a different breathing system, enabling us to travel through space. These would in no way help us, for if we visited Mars or Venus with the same senses we now have, we would see everything as we see things on Earth. The only true voyage, the only way to immerse ourselves in a "Fountain of Youth," would be not just to visit strange lands, but to have other eyes, to see everything through the eyes of others, of a hundred others, so as to see the hundreds of universes each of them sees, that each of them is. This we can do through art, through a painter, like Elstir, through a composer, like Vinteuil. With creators like these, we really do fly from star to star.
—Marcel Proust, from À la recherche du temps perdu, vol. 5: La prisonnière.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Birds in England

(If you are unable to see the slideshow, click on this post's title to bring up the post directly, or, alternatively, click here to view the photographs. Thanks to Shy Songbird for identifying that issue, and thanks to both Shy Songbird and John at Hedgeland Tales for correcting my identification of some of the birds!)

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Wildflowers in England

If you are unable to see the slideshow, click on this post's title to bring up the post directly, or, alternatively, click here to view the photographs.

While I remain "on hiatus," I am given to understand that there are those who would like more photographs of the trip to England.  It seems I took over a thousand photographs (OK, I often bracket exposures, but just the same . . .). I will not burden anyone with even a fraction of that, but will post some as I manage to cull them.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Friko's Castle and Garden

Many thanks to Friko and Beloved for their hospitality and for permission to share these photographs and video with you.  For those who may have missed the video in the last post, here it is:

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

In Benno's World

We had no phone reception where we were staying, as it turned out.  The day after we arrived, we drove until we found a place where the phone would work. We pulled into a parking lot, and I called Friko from there.  It transpired that we had parked right below her house.  "I'll be down in five minutes," she said.
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