Happy Spring!
Sunday, February 1st, 2004 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flwydOur Father Which art in Heaven
stay there
and we will stay down here on earth
which is sometimes very pretty
with its passions of New York
and its Parisian mysteries
(worth all those of the Trinity)
with its little canal at Ourq
and the Great Wall of China
the river at Morlaix
and Cambrai mints
the Pacific Ocean
and the Tuileries ponds
with its saints and sinners
With all the wonders of the world
right here on earth
strewn about
for everyone
marvelling at themselves
without daring to admit it
like a pretty girl who won't appear in the nude
With all the horrors of the world
which are legion
its legionnaires and torturers
its rulers north and south
the bosses and their priests their traitors and their henchmen
with its seasons
and its centuries
and its pretty girls and dirty old men
and the straw of poverty rotting in the cannon's mouth.
-- Jacques Prevert, "Our Father"
Today is Imbolc, the beginning of Spring. I got up before 6, brushed the snow off my mom's car, and drove up to Halfway House on Flagstaff road. I then realized I wasn't quite sure where Andy said he would be, so I checked a few more spots without any luck. I ended up watching the "sunrise" from a hill near the Chautauqua trailhead. Since it was cloudy, it was really watching things get slightly lighter and then, around 7:30, seeing the sun appear from behind the clouds for a little bit. I took my hoop drum that I made at Dragonfest. It was the first time I've played it alone, so I explored what tones different parts of the drum make. The rock Phil gave me broke a while ago, so it rattles when the drum is struck, like an odd resonator. It adds funk :-)
stay there
and we will stay down here on earth
which is sometimes very pretty
with its passions of New York
and its Parisian mysteries
(worth all those of the Trinity)
with its little canal at Ourq
and the Great Wall of China
the river at Morlaix
and Cambrai mints
the Pacific Ocean
and the Tuileries ponds
with its saints and sinners
With all the wonders of the world
right here on earth
strewn about
for everyone
marvelling at themselves
without daring to admit it
like a pretty girl who won't appear in the nude
With all the horrors of the world
which are legion
its legionnaires and torturers
its rulers north and south
the bosses and their priests their traitors and their henchmen
with its seasons
and its centuries
and its pretty girls and dirty old men
and the straw of poverty rotting in the cannon's mouth.
-- Jacques Prevert, "Our Father"
Today is Imbolc, the beginning of Spring. I got up before 6, brushed the snow off my mom's car, and drove up to Halfway House on Flagstaff road. I then realized I wasn't quite sure where Andy said he would be, so I checked a few more spots without any luck. I ended up watching the "sunrise" from a hill near the Chautauqua trailhead. Since it was cloudy, it was really watching things get slightly lighter and then, around 7:30, seeing the sun appear from behind the clouds for a little bit. I took my hoop drum that I made at Dragonfest. It was the first time I've played it alone, so I explored what tones different parts of the drum make. The rock Phil gave me broke a while ago, so it rattles when the drum is struck, like an odd resonator. It adds funk :-)
