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Black and White Monday: Silver on the water

“Remember what Bilbo used to say: It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” (J.R.R. Tolkien, ​The Lord of the Rings​)

Silver on the water


Black and White Monday: Light

–When you possess light within, you will see it externally. (Anaïs Nin*)
{153/365+1v.2} Lost and found

*Another quote that I’ve not found the source of other than other online quoters. Yes, I’m an academic at heart in case you wonder.

Black and White Monday: Being Human

“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” –Aristotle*
{363/365} Outside Oslo Concert Hall

* I’m always a bit sceptical to a quote when the only sources I can find for it are pages that also quote it – pages that collect sayings from famous people and so on. So I won’t guarantee that Aristotle actually wrote this, but I still think it is well worth reading and sharing.

Black and White Monday

Language is wine upon the lips. –Virginia Woolf

The above quote is one of my all-time favourites. It evokes a full-bodied red wine, enjoyed in good company, while eating delicious food. It evokes laughter. Friendship. Candles gently lighting the room.

I have wanted to know where this sentence is taken from. What is its context? For what kind of story did she come up with this metaphor? I have found only two answers to these questions, neither completely satisfactory.

According to one blog I found, she said once said this to her husband Leonard. No source was provided for this piece of information.

Using Ctrl+F to search for the phrase “wine upon” in her works on Project Gutenberg, I found the following sentence, from her book Jacob’s Room:

Cowan, Erasmus Cowan, sipped his port alone, or with one rosy little man, whose memory held precisely the same span of time; sipped his port, and told his stories, and without book before him intoned Latin, Virgil and Catullus, as if language were wine upon his lips.

At this point I almost regret looking for the context. For one thing, the words are not exactly the same. The book version is tied to a person, a he, Erasmus Cowan, that I can’t know without reading the book, and now the perfect adaptability of the internet quote is destroyed. What is more, Cowan is drinking port wine while telling stories, so there is an almost physical connection between the wine and the language rather than the evocative metaphoric connection of the internet quote.

The point of all this? For once I should have remembered the old line about never letting the truth get in the way of a good story instead of following my native academic instinct to dig for sources and originals.

Black and White Monday: ‘Our Pierrot in Autumn’

Poem by Jack Peachum, quoted from here.

“Je est un autre”

“Hip to all that jazz–,” yet still,
that organ heart expresses his dull pain.
Don’t worry, it will pass with night,
and dawn and the chill of rain.

But then above the counterpane,
along the covered surface of my knees,
the white Pierrot must come and sit
and smile at me and sneeze.

Oh, white Pierrot, if you please,
are there not two of you?
One in black, perhaps, or grey,
to suit a different mood, a graver hue?

No? Then one must do,
will do quite well to sit above the counterpane.
Pierrot, my boy, there are tombstones in your eyes,
and your arms are full of the dripping rain.

Turn from the window, Love, turn from the rain,
and come to bed with me.
Pierrot has filled my eyes with clownish pain
and the rain is on my knee.


Black and White Monday


THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Yogi Tea Inspiration

Yogi tea quotes range from the incomprehensible to the obvious to the beautiful and thought-provoking. Here’s an example of the latter:

Yogi Tea Wisdom

At first glance, I didn’t get this at all. I mean, how can words be a fragrance? Also, there is the association between the word and the heart. Just as written language is considered an abstraction of spoken language and thereby one step removed from our language ability, so words in general tend to be seen as an abstraction of our emotions, one step removed from how we really feel. I mean – we’ve all experienced it, that feeling of being unable to put into words what is in our hearts just when it counts the most.

What this quote says to me, though, is that words are all we have. Our actions may speak for themselves sometimes, and sometimes we put our whole heart into our visual art, but words are our main tool for communicating with the people we share this world with.

The fragrance of the rose doesn’t tell you everything there is to know about the rose, but it does tell you it’s a beautiful thing, and thus it may be with our words and our heart, if we want it to.