Saturday, July 27, 2019

Senses working overtime #220

Horses, horses



Cutest baby photo of the week belongs to young Asher Purdy-Hodge!

The 1967 All Blacks




Been reading this during the first week back at school. I'm not really into rugby books but this one was cheap ($8) and I was ten when the team in question was in the news. Yes, I remember the players.

The book is okay but typos and a lack of piercing analysis meant I was as engrossed as I'd hoped.

This review sums things up well.

Doc Martin




It's a very old fashioned show in many respects, but Jacky and I have been enjoying it. We're up to season 3 on Netflix.

Poetry Corner



Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River

I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
The stubble field catches the last growth of sun.   
The soybeans are breathing on all sides.
Old men are sitting before their houses on car seats   
In the small towns. I am happy,
The moon rising above the turkey sheds.

    II 
The small world of the car
Plunges through the deep fields of the night,   
On the road from Willmar to Milan.   
This solitude covered with iron
Moves through the fields of night
Penetrated by the noise of crickets.

    III 
Nearly to Milan, suddenly a small bridge,
And water kneeling in the moonlight.
In small towns the houses are built right on the ground;   
The lamplight falls on all fours on the grass.
When I reach the river, the full moon covers it.   
A few people are talking, low, in a boat
Robert Bly, “Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River” from Silence in the Snowy Fields (Middletown, Conn.: Wesleyan University Press, 1962). Copyright © 1962 by Robert Bly.  



Lost and Gone Away - Lynn Jenner



Enjoying this one from NZ writer Lynn Jenner.


Overtime: Red House
Love this version by the G3 amigos - Johnson/Satriani/Vai

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