Monday, February 19, 2007

A 300 Mile an Hour Stoop

The Rockrose Moon (A Serial Fiction) Part 29

Here it is, the front piece of the reproduction of the 1943 translation of Manfred’s annotated book. I took this at the library. Now all I need is someone to take me to the Vatican so I can look at the original.

...Although, I admit, I didn’t have much luck getting what I wanted on Valentine’s Day.

Seriously, it was exciting enough to read the words from 800 years ago, I can’t imagine actually seeing them in the real manuscript. I’d probably faint.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Learning Latin, One Work of Art at a Time

The Rockrose Moon (A Serial Fiction) Part 28

I am always happy when my favorite team wins, in this case a Grammy for best Choral Work of the year, it is “my” Arvo Pärt’s Da Pacem.

If you are, perhaps, asking yourself what can I get Rose for Valentine’s Day that is a little less spendy than that drop necklace of semi-precious stones she has her eye on? This CD is a steal.

I think this world can use every type and form of prayer for peace it can muster.

On Friday or Saturday I am going to steal some time away and go hide out at the library and look at De Arte Venandi Cum Avibus. I didn’t even know this extraordinary illuminated manuscript existed until about two weeks ago. Now I feel like I can’t breathe until I see it.

All of a sudden there is this immersion into the world of falconry going on.

I love this stuff,

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

More Mystery

The Rockrose Moon (A Serial Fiction) Part 27

Christian’s stupid cell phone keeps beeping. He leaves it here sometimes because it does mysterious things that his big grown man fingers can’t understand. Grrr…

Daniel Gilbert says in an interview about his book “Stumbling on Happiness” which I read (My aunt had a copy) “…It’s not surprising that the mind tends to focus on that which it doesn’t understand…It’s scanning the environment constantly for mysteries that it can solve. And once it solves them, it packs then away in a file drawer and looks for another. Your brain is very good at that.

But there is a catch: once things are understood, they tend to have less emotional consequence than when they’re not understood…By the same token, once we understand good things, they’re not quite as good as when they are delicious mysteries.”

So hey, instead of complaining about how you don’t understand every image in that beautiful mysterious poem you were recently forced to read, think of it as brain food.

And besides a supple brain is sexy.

Speaking of sexy, the way Alban Gerhardt plays the cello here is sexy. I’d play tennis with him any day.

I finally got “Book of Longing” by Leonard Cohen from the library after waiting two months. Who read it I wonder, what mysteries were they trying to solve?

The Moon

The moon is outside.
I saw the great uncomplicated thing
when I went to take a leak just now.
I should have looked at it longer.
I am a poor lover of the moon.
I see it all at once and that’s it
for me and the moon.