Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Another Day On Earth
It's been a strange few days of plans thrown out and random stuff perking away in the rattly old coffee pot of my head.
Getting ahead of myself a bit, since it's still bloody cold out there, I was trying to find out where those lovely lines come from that the steadily-reforming Phil Connors quotes in Groundhog Day
And winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring
and found it was a poem by Coleridge.
And spookily, The Grauniad has given it away in a little free book today.
My head full of Eno (of which more here and, of course, here) I popped this on in the car on the way to collect my big sister who'd unexpectedly arrived in London and found it, in the light (or, I think we should say, darkness) of all the suffering in the news lately, very, very right and, well, moving.
Brian Eno - 'How Many Worlds' (2005)
And she'd been to see the Aged Ps and felt 'things could be better' and that the little screws in the Old Man's mind may have shaken still looser since the last time she, or I, went down.
I'm taking the biggest bag of old baby clothes up the road to this man in a minute; while all those mega-agencies and the mighty US military were noodling about at the airport, him and his little white van got straight through - and he's going back on Friday.