Going to try for a week curving back to posts that follow Goethe’s advice, beautiful picture, reasonable words, and a spot of music.
For today: a photo from a friend‘s trip to India (he is a software developer who does photography on the side, although he could do photography with software development on the side, judging by these photos).
Some lines of Elizabeth Bishop from her poem, “Questions of Travel”
Think of the long trip home.
Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?
Where should we be today?
Is it right to be watching strangers in a play
in this strangest of theatres?
What childishness is it that while there’s a breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?
The tiniest green hummingbird in the world?
To stare at some inexplicable old stonework,
inexplicable and impenetrable,
at any view,
instantly seen and always, always delightful?
Oh, must we dream our dreams
and have them, too?
And have we room
for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?
And for music, Alfred Brendel playing Schubert’s Hungarian Melody in B minor,
A Few Reasonable Words 