Monday 21 May 2012

Tidbit

...And while I wasn't blindfolded or barefoot (I feel cold by default nowadays and my feet would have touched cement), wasn't in Loughborough with the group and traffic noises underlayed my dawn chorus, I wouldn't otherwise have sat outside, fully alert for close to half an hour in the crisp morning air, and thought about how individual birds' trills and warbles seem to traverse space like ribbons, interweaving and making dense textures. I remembered a song from my childhood (Amsel, Drossel, Fink und Star, und die ganze Vogelschar... which I need to look up) and pondered how in Renaissance paintings of the Annunciation the moment the Virgin Mary conceives is often represented by a straight line from a white dove (Holy Ghost) into her right ear... Then I went back to bed, happy. ...

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1 comment:

lasuza said...

Lovely, sound dancing like ribbons, soft messages woven in air.