More specifically concerning: window
the false dichotomy
25 March 2003, around 14.00.
waiting for the flood
14 June 2003, around 8.15.
piscium et summa genus haesit ulmo, nota quae sedes fuerat columbis… A family of fishes clings to the utmost elm, once familiar as a seat for the pigeons. —Horace (Odes, 1.2.9–10) A fool might think they were beautiful, their white wings flashing in the sun, their rubid eyes sparkling. They are no longer content to […]
not at home
27 August 2007, around 0.30.
At home in the evening, planning escapades. The books read and unread gathering coffee stains and toast crumbs. The at one time unimaginable, commonplace. Things moving slowly. The sense of progress, though: gears turning, ticking well-oiled shiny. Intangible, unavoidable, inescapable. Backed into imagined corners that flatten and fade and open onto unexpected vantages. Yet continuance […]
6 October 2007, around 21.40.
Under the window-seat in the back parlor, where wasps die and desiccate, the memories are kept, unlocked, unbidden, and inaccessible – mint-green florilegium, pallor bred under the western sun. The thought makes me sleepy.
A view (26)
9 June 2009, around 0.19.
From the kitchen balcony.
A view (27)
24 November 2009, around 9.40.
A view (30)
25 December 2010, around 19.50.
Boiling the kettle for tea steams up the windows. Still no snow, though.
9 December 2011, around 6.56.
The changing patterns of frost on the window are always interesting to me.
15 October 2021, around 10.53.
Amazing what one finds in old folders. So many possibilities. (ca. 2002)
4 September 2022, around 17.10.
‘…if one finds an absolutely comfortable sitting place in a spot not designed for sitting, one is taken over by a mystical happiness, one of life’s most profound, most agreeable joys.’ —Miklós Szentkuthy, on windowsills, Towards the One & Only Metaphor (trans. Tim Wilkinson)
23 October 2023, around 19.21.
Sometimes a contemplative prologue will depict the protagonist looking out the window and thinking of all the philosophical conundrums the author will not have time to present in the ensuing narrative. Sometimes the prologue simply presents those philosophical conundrums in a voice that issues from nowhere. Sometimes the prologue dispenses with philosophy completely and presents […]