Nexus
By Dan Fogelberg
Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light
Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight
At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide
A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side
And balanced on the precipice the moment must reveal
Naked in the face of time our race within the wheel
As we hang beneath the heavens and we hover over hell
Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well
So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light
Outside the pull of gravity, beyond the spectral veil
Within our careful reasoning, we search to no avail
For the constant in the chaos, for the fulcrum in the void
Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid
In a spiral never-ending are we drawn toward the source
Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force
So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight
Circling the nexus in a fevered dance with fate
Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light
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Ever find yourself listening to the first disc of The Innocent Age over and over because you got "Run for the Roses" stuck in your head because of an article about Barbaro and the Kentucky Derby? ...no? Okay, I suppose it is just me. *g*
I was very decadent today and did no work but spent the afternoon with
Notes on a Scandal is superbly acted and really quite sad, though the characters who are saddest don't seem to acknowledge their own worst points, so one doesn't really see them changing and a lot of the situations seem doomed to repeat themselves one way or another. Dench and Blanchett were as good as I expected them to be -- in some ways I think Blanchett has the harder role, she has to come across as guileless and almost childlike without seeming utterly stupid in pretty unforgivable situations -- and Bill Nighy was wonderful.
On Rome, I can't say I blame Atia about either torturing and killing Servilia's sleazy boy or torturing Servilia herself, given how horribly that poor singing servant girl died, but I don't blame Timon for being pissed off that she doesn't get her hands dirty herself and leaves it to him. I would think Atia would WANT to cut off Servilia's face with her own hands! I suspect that Servilia is wrong when she warns Atia that as long as Atia lives, she will feel degraded by having tortured Servilia, but I am pretty sure she will be made to pay for it. (Oh, there should have been more scenes all along with Polly Walker and Lindsay Duncan threatening each other face to face!) I'm enjoying Timon's arc so much...first his religious brother calls him an animal, though Timon reminds the brother that he used to gamble and chase whores before Hashem became his reason for living, and Timon is very cognizant that it's Atia's money that bought their house and clothes whether or not they are really Roman. But when Atia pushes him too hard, he screams "I'm not a fucking animal!" at Atia, though one wonders whether he's really speaking to his brother or his brother's God. The new Octavian isn't too bad as an older version of Max Pirkis, though it's going to take me awhile to stop going, "Who is that?" when he's onscreen. I love Agrippa's crush on Octavia. And Pullo crossing Europe to find Vorenus, and trying to find a way to plead for Niobe's son's life without offending Vorenus...I love that relationship and how it has developed over the entire series. And Vorenus' reaction when he finally finds first the little boy, then his daughter who has been whored out...Kevin McKidd is just so phenomenal.
...and his friend, or mate, in the woods between the river and towpath.
A Great Blue Heron in the shallows of the river.
Geese flying over the water...
...not far upriver from where we saw geese in the water at Riverbend Park a few weeks ago.
And did I ever post the photos of this belted kingfisher we saw in November?
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