Hamlet, Act IV Scene VII

[vaneramos]

There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide.



In the space of an hour I poured nearly 2,000 into my notebook this morning. My mind seethes with ideas. I am impatient with my weak powers of recall, the way the mind skips from one bend in the river to the next. Long sequences of sensations spiral into the past, eluding my grasp. How does one describe the movement of a flooded stream? Language seems inadequate, yet my mind swells with words.

Our bodies are busy dying. We must breathe, feel and love while we may. The cosmos buds with such magnificence I can hardly bear to blink. Genesis is happening now. How can I turn attention to my little life? Why does my brain so often obscure the vividness and desire I feel today?




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Comments

There is a willow grows aslant the brook...

[leafshimmer.livejournal.com]

What beautiful pictures. And I echo your heartfelt sentiments. This hits me frequently around this time of year.

hugs, Shimmer

[quirkstreet.livejournal.com]

Yes, I often feel those kinds of feelings around this time of year, too. The other night I couldn't get to sleep without, er, some self-love, which was the first occasion of THAT in quite a while. The sap runs in more than just our neighbors who are trees.

[leafshimmer.livejournal.com]

hahahaha, that happened to me last night. and it was funny too, cuz I was *quite* tuckered out when I hit the sack. but a certain "little guy" had other ideas. go figger.

xo Sh. (your neighbor in historic M'df'd!)

[quirkstreet.livejournal.com]

What a small world. I lived in Medford until last year. Just off Boston Ave, near the Wild Oats supermarket. [wave]

[leafshimmer.livejournal.com]

Oh my Goddess. Me and my housemate share quarters right by the North Ave. intersection of Boston Ave. I sometimes toddle over to Wild Harvest to pick up a block of tofu or a pie.

And Davis Square, of course, is my T stop, as it has been since '94.

Howdy neighbor!

xo Sh.

[quirkstreet.livejournal.com]

I lived on Harris Road from June '96 to early '03, just two blocks from the Boston/North intersection. You can see the big building with the Planet Fitness (now Bally's) from my old house. I'm going to bet we crossed paths at least once, though sadly, I have no memory of it.

[art-thirst.livejournal.com]

I see it's still a bit chilly up there. I saw that snow and thought about the pro cycling race, Paris-Nice, that was cancelled today because of snow and cold. They said it was -4 at the top of a 3rd category climb they were to do today. Mountain categories and numbered from 4-to-1, with 4 being the lowest. Some climbs at H.C.=haute categorie, because they are beyond categorization based on both length and steepness of the climb. National tours, Le Tour de France, Giro d'Italia, Vuelta a España, all have H.C. climbs. Most other races don't. Paris-Nice is 7 days of racing. :-) (I was anticipating questions there.)

[avad.livejournal.com]

beautiful. and SO glad you feel this way! here's to that.:)

Re: There is a willow grows aslant the brook...

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Alas, I have come down with a cold, the first one since Amber Fox. I am preparing ginger tea even now.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

The other night? Heavens, my hormones nag me constantly this time of year. The waffle must have syrup. *sigh*

[kwangjse.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! Just beautiful. Your words have a wonderful way of capturing what most of us have trouble expressing—and your photos do something similar.

eerily appropriate photographs

[queenmomcat.livejournal.com]

The quote /is/ from "Hamlet", referring to Ophelia, right? Even though she's carrying on about summer flowers (violets and the like), I think the wintry image of reeds swaying in an icy stream probably more closely fits what she must have been feeling. Not that any of us have ever had brushes with depression or anything...

[writer00.livejournal.com]

I see you added me. I've done the same. Zig has had some extraordinary things to say about you. I look forward to reading your posts.

[twillhead.livejournal.com]

Your images are amazing. Your words are SO Walt Whitman . . . my very favorite poet. You speak so cleanly . . . it's AWESOME!! (p.s. I'm impressed)

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I guess this cold is still seasonal for March here in Ontario (it's snowing again this evening), but we were spoiled by the mild weather last week.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Seems a little hypomania was the harbinger of a cold. Oh well. It was an exciting morning, and I'm learning ways of putting myself in the right head space. Certain routines can be beneficial.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you can relate to this!

Re: eerily appropriate photographs

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Yes, I saw that gown of brown grass floating on the water and the words went through my head, "How now, Ophelia?" Yesterday I related more to Ophelia's mad giddiness (tragic as it was) than the queen's grief.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Yes, I meant to say hello. Zig and I often seem to be on the same, far-out wavelength, as if we're receiving one another's radio transmissions. It seemed like a good thing for me to connect with you, too.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I love Whitman, too, and have been much inspired by Leaves of Grass. It's good to hear from you and I hope you're feeling okay.