Again this morning, in a cold wind

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Again this morning, in a cold wind from the future, I walked all the way to the end of the long bridge of my life, having a look at its cables, its rods and rivets, its perforated metal flooring through which I could see whitecaps slamming the pylons. Then I turned and came back, inspecting it all from the other direction, fretting about every hex nut and bolt though they seem sound enough to hold things together. I ought to give the long bridge of my life a little rest, but every day it seems I’m walking from past to possibility and back to past with my brush and aluminum paint, hiding the rust, the deepening cracks, dabbing a shine here and there.

~ Ted Kooser, November. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book


Notes:

  • Note to self: Now. 4:23 am. 21º F. Wind, cold. 13 mph from the West.
  • Credits: Photograph – peopleus.

The righteous will cross the paper bridge

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Remember the story you learned as a child: When the hour arrives for us to proceed to the next world, there will be two bridges to it, one made of iron and one made of paper,” Peretz intoned. His words were heavy, but his voice floated on rings of smoke, a breath of fire and ash that hovered over the room full of Hebrew and Yiddish books, as if waiting to descend and consume them. Der Nister swallowed, breathing in the master’s air. “The wicked will run to the iron bridge, but it will collapse under their weight. The righteous will cross the paper bridge, and it will support them all. Paper is the only eternal bridge. Your purpose as a writer is to achieve one task, and one task only: to build a paper bridge to the world to come.

~ Dara Horn, The World To Come


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Sunday Morning: Good Morning

Good Morning from Ben on Vimeo.


“Rise and Shine” this morning in Kampen (Overijssel, Netherlands). It’s a short clip but I loved the entire package – a winning trifecta of music, colors and nature.

Good Sunday morning.

The King loses (again)…

The King’s choice of a summer vacation destination is scuttled. (sigh)

The King’s super-vote is thrown out.  Three years running. (sigh)

The King’s dreams of walking the Pont Neuf will need to wait another year.  (sigh)

Long live the King.  (Long enough to get to Paris)

Pont Neuf, River Seine, Paris, France

In memory of what could have been, here’s John Altman with “Under the Bridges of Paris” from the Soundtrack Let’s Dance:

↓ click for audio (Under the Bridges of Paris)

 


Image: carnetimaginaire via Kiss at Pont Neuf by Quadriman on Flickr.

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