By Keith Waldrop
Afterward, to tell how it was possible to
identify absolute space, a matter of great
difficulty, keeping in mind always
that not all old music is beautiful and
therefore it’s necessary to choose. Ice
loading and unloading as the ice caps
wax and wither. Brutal and uncouth from the beginning
even unto time, space, place, motion.
How are we to obtain true motion? I
predict a fiasco—and a fiasco
with catcalls. Wind circulation in the
case of plants, predators in the case
of animals, affecting their distribution on
the ancient land masses. And
who will conduct the chorus and
orchestra? Many things exist at once.
Predilection and preference. Begin
with the storm. A very agile, beautiful
voice. With tremendous temperament. The earth’s
magnetic field weakening. Even the princess
is drawn into the violence of the action,
extremes of joy, mad ravings, almost
requiring the conventions of opera. Thus,
thus; we parted, thus to meet again.
Thus in a ship, under sail, since the sun
itself is moving, supposing Infinite
Space to be (as it were) Sensorium
of the Omnipresent. Reduced to a
few feet of ground, we begin with great
delight to plant a garden. The Czar is in
that garden. Quiet eruptions, safe enough to attract
tourists. We suppose other bodies annihilated.
Upon any conditions supposed, taught to describe
accurately, I detest everything that smells
of theory. If we look at similar
coral reefs, the past location of the same
precise environment can be traced. But
there the comparison breaks. And from these
relative motions will arise the relative
motion of a body on the earth.
Last week we had a lot of rain, and apparently this week has decided to compete. We didn't have hail on Tuesday, but we had mid-afternoon rain, early evening rain, and now it's raining again, plus it's chilly for May. We took a walk to see how much damage the hail did, and the neighborhood irises and dogwoods have definitely suffered, but the cars parked on the street looked okay and that's probably a bigger deal to people.
We caught up on Once Upon a Time (please leave Hook in the Underworld and let Emma and Regina live happily ever after), and we watched this week's Flash (Harry Potter references! Dad!) and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (I wish I still cared about one single character besides Melinda, but really the inhumans and aliens could brain-parasite the rest). I don't have it in me to mourn for Ted Cruz, so have some more Mount Vernon Revolution: