Verily, I have seen the light

(and lo, very bright it is too) *

What this means is that I'd like you to pay very close attention to these bits of music, please. In particular, the high notes, which are to be found at circa 0:56...(in the word "Jerusalem")



and (if you are still coherent from the winding beauty of that thing), at circa 1:00...(in the word "Abend")



Well? I hear you say. Well yes, well indeed. For what are those notes? By my count, you see, they must be a (super high) C and a (pretty much super high, too) G, aka the high notes where God lives. Why so? Of course, mostly by the fact that they make me cry (proof positive if ever there was any for the existence of a divine being), but also, let us analyse the notes themselves. C is for "see". G is for - oh yes - "God". Or, if you want to take the other attitude to musical notes, they could be called "do" (as in "do") and "sol" (as in "sun"). See God. Do sun. Do we need more proof? So you could say I have found God, and that means it was well worth the extended Lenten excess. (And, at the end of the day, if I've counted wrong and they're *not*, after all, a C and a G - which they are - we still have the cry factor to prove our point).

It has been brought to my attention that I've had rather a long Lent. True, true. But do, if you please, take a look at the exact dates of my personal Lent. Wait a minute - how many months, exactly? Yeeeees. These things sometimes take a while to, shall we say, gestate.

* I have, of course, had to do some cutting and pasting on this photo so as to make it appear I still have my former, original face, stuck as I now am with the face of - oh woe - Eric Idle

Greetings from The House of Signs

I have one thing to say, only, really, and it will come as a surprise to no-one at all, but my host is really lovely.

She has shown me The Gloomy Place



which originally belonged to Eeyore the donkey (incidentally, the character with whom I have most identified with, in the Pooh Bear books), as well as The Enchanted Place, which looks back at this gorgeous view



She's also taken me to London



after which we had fish and chips (the first portion I've had in over a decade, believe it or not). I had curry sauce with mine



Signs had mushy peas



(I helped her eat those).

In a word, she is lovely.

Given how lovely she is, I feel a little guilty (but only a little, mind) that I have secretly crept around her house, collecting items which, so I'm assured, when boiled in a golden pot will produce A Very Temporary Cure for Ennui. It's a nasty thing to do to a beautiful friend, but it is surely for the greater good (for at least those involved in the magic-potion brewing process).

So, as instructed, a picture of every room in her house...



(her kitchen has some powerful magic which only allows photographs taken from the outside)

some weird stuff goes on in the guest bedroom (you can just see the surprised visitor bravely documenting it all)



the stairwell



which leads to the sitting room



(I'm sorry but the rooms are enormous, they simply won't fit into the camera, hence I have to do details only)

and The Study of Signs



very strange things take place on her landing, too



There's also a stairwell which leads to the Inner Sanctum, where Signs sleeps (for she does indeed sleep)



- although the doors seem to open into the starry sky only, and that's where Signs spends her hours of rest. With no small peril to my personal safety (it's bloody hard balancing on the stars, you know), I have, however, managed to capture Signs sleeping



and I also managed to zoom in on a rather disturbing, yet interesting dream sequence of hers





After documenting her dreams, I clipped fair-sized lock of her hair, as instructed



Phew. It's hard work making A Very Temporary Cure for Ennui, but a book from her shelves



(with a glimpse inside)



and a squidge of her toothpaste (but careful - the brush is mine)



and a handful of grass from her garden (yes - weird, I tell you)



along with the optional whisker of her spirit animal, the Cat of Signs



complete the recipe (her favoured cup is imbued with a magic which disallows the image of it to be pulled off a memory card).

With these precious items collected, I can now lay back, think of Scotland, and hope for a better, less Ennui-filled future for us all.

I thank you.

(Englishman? Did I do well?)

I'm doing e's

(but only because Signs made me)



See - there,
there, where the yew tree bends,
the street ends,
there where the creek, the green,
the sweetness -

there we’ll never meet,
we’ll never be there,
never.
We’ll never remember
these trees, these streets,
never the green sweetness,
never the “remember, when we”,
we’ll never. Never. Yet
yes, there,
there where the streets the trees the sweetness the green -
there remember me.

Remember me?
Here, the desert weeps, bereft, endless.

Sever me.
(Keep me.)
Remember me.
(Delete me.)

This Post Is About Orgasms, Take Two, aka The Second Coming. The Anniversary Edition, Including the Final and Ultimate Truth on the Matter at Hand.

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

(Salvatore Quasimodo)

(The author of this blog would like to thank all her siblings-and-partners-in-crime, who came and exposed themselves, so beautiful, so naked, so poignant, so funny, so brilliant. Thank you. You made my earth move, you changed my life.

She would also like to point out that the idea for an anniversary post was put into her head by someone else. Bloody poets.)