Saturday, February 17, 2018

“At dreaming - at what dreaming is an aspect of. They’ve done it for a long time. for always, I guess. They are of the dream time. I don’t understand it. I can’t say it in words. Everything dreams. The play of forms, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams and the earth changes. “ (143)

from The Lathe of Heaven
by Ursula K. LeGuin 

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Caution Horses

"But I've got a horse out in the country

I get to see him every second Sunday
He comes when I call him,
Yeah, he knows his name
One day I'll saddle up
And the two of us will ride away"

from A Horse in the Country
from the song by The Cowboy Junkies

Monday, February 5, 2018

A bit tired of the winter snow this morning.

“I do not care what comes after; 
I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.” 

from The Farthest Shore
by Ursula K. Le Guin

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, 
         Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; 
Another came; nor yet beside the rill, 
         Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 

"The next with dirges due in sad array 
         Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. 
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, 
         Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." 

from Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
by Thomas Gray

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

URSULA K. LE GUIN Passes Monday January 22, 2018 (Age 88)

"What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do each morning. waking?"

from The Lathe of Heaven

Yesterday my wife mentioned that Ursula K.Le Guin had passed away, we read and enjoyed her science fiction and many years ago took the opportunity to attend a talk she gave in Calgary. She was a thoughtful and compassionate voice within the libertarian sea infesting much of science fiction. I hope to post a discussion of my favourite of her novels, The Lathe of Heaven on my science fiction site, I will post a link when it is completed a later this week.

Helen supplied to this link to a fascinating and wide-ranging conversation with Le Guin by John Freeman which appeared on The Literary Hub.

My Last Conversation with Ursula K. Le Guin
// Literary Hub

"These people go out into the street, and walk down the street alone. They keep walking, and walk straight out of the city of Omelas, through the beautiful gates. They keep walking across the farmlands of Omelas. Each one goes alone, youth or girl, man or woman. Night falls; the traveller must pass down village streets, between the houses with yellow-lit windows, and on out into the darkness of the fields. Each alone, they go west or north, towards the mountains. They go on. They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into the darkness, and they do not come back. The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible that it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas."

from The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

Monday, January 22, 2018

"My heart is sad and I am in sorrow 
For the only one I love 
When shall I see him?
 Oh no, never, till we meet in heaven above"

from Bury Me Under the Weeping Willow Tree

Saturday, January 20, 2018

I love the music of The Band and it is time for a cow day.

Some great work by Garth Hudson here.

"Without your love, I'm nothing at all

Like an empty hall, it's a lonely fall
Since you've gone it's a losing battle
Stampeding cattle, they rattle the walls

And the sun don't shine anymore
And the rains fall down on my door"

And it Makes No Difference,  The Band