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Substitute Hitting Music Thursday…

Toby, and others – Elbow is a band a colleague introduced to me. At first I didn’t go for it that much, but I’m coming back to it slowly. A little 80s. a little Gabriel, and maybe some Smiths or something, but a decent listen. 

Music Friday?

Sara and I are going to see this guy, Nov 19th. 

New Sigur Ros takes a new, percussive direction.

Sigur Ros

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The latest Sigur Ros album has really grown on me, especially this track and the first one. I guess they have another album coming out in a few months. But this one is fine by me.

This Hit Me of Late

One_More_Step,_Mr__Hands

In the Attic by Seamus Heaney

1.

Like Jim Hawkins aloft in the crosstrees

Of Hispaniola, nothing underneath him

But still green water and clean bottom sand,

The ship aground, the canted mast far out

Above a seafloor where striped fish pass in shoals—

And when they’ve passed, the face of Israel Hands

That rose in the shrouds before Jim shot him dead

Appears to rise again . . . “But he was dead enough,”

The story says, “being both shot and drowned.”

2.

A birch tree planted twenty years ago

Comes between the Irish Sea and me

At the attic skylight, a man marooned

In his own loft, a boy

Shipshaped in the crow’s nest of a life,

Airbrushed to and fro, wind-drunk, braced

By all that’s thrumming up from keel to masthead,

Rubbing his eyes to believe them and this most

Buoyant, billowy, topgallant birch.

3.

Ghost-footing what was then the terra firma

Of hallway linoleum, Grandfather now appears

Above me just back from the matinée,

His voice awaver like the draft-prone screen

They’d set up in the Club Rooms earlier.

“And Isaac Hands,” he asks, “was Isaac in it?”

His memory of the name awaver, too,

His mistake perpetual, once and for all,

Like the single splash when Israel’s body fell.

4.

As I age and blank on names,

As my uncertainty on stairs

Is more and more the light-headedness

Of a cabin boy’s first time on the rigging,

As the memorable bottoms out

Into the irretrievable,

It’s not that I can’t imagine still

That slight untoward rupture and world-tilt

As a wind freshened and the anchor weighed.

Illustration

ThomTenery_GethenRising

I was showing a student this artist’s work today to talk about atmospheric perspective, and it occurred to me that Toby and others might enjoy it.

Just Because I Love It

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.

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So Good

Love These Guys

Anybody?

Any chance Peters or Toby will be available for some catch-up time Saturday or Sunday? Sara and I have decided that we are going to hear Jerry Bowen at the Bretheren church on Sunday morning.

Concerning the McPee Reunion

It looks as though I will likely be in McPee for the 20 year reunion. Sara has been talking to Jantz who will be there so let me know what’s going on. I’d much rather sit around with all of you than with a few classmates I don’t know so well. Toby, you’d better show up, powder blue suit or not.

And here’s another actual music video that’s really got some fun animation/live action combinations.

Good Stuff, anyone…?

A new

by a band called, Of Monsters and Men. How am I not supposed to like these lyrics.

“The wolf, the wolf and I
We share the same cold meal.
I float on, I float on down.
We ride, we ride, we ride,
We ride it all out.

Alone, I fight these animals.
Alone, until I get home.”

Jumping Ship?

I started a blog. Here’s the link.

For Holy Week

Jesus Stumbles the Third Time.

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