April 26th, 2011

goujun_pensive

And Lady Mondegreen: fun with words on a rainy Tuesday

Sudden satori, courtesy google. The last line of 'I shot the sheriff' which I'd always heard as 'Every day the buck goes round the world/ Some day the bottom will drop out' turns out to be
Ev'ry day the bucket a-go-a well
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
Less a warning against indifferent buck-passing and more a 14th century (as it turns out) proverb about pitchers going to the well once too often. To be precise: Zuo longe geth thet pot to the wetere: thet hit comth to-broke hom from Joyce's darling, Ayenbite of lnwit (The Prick of Conscience, which opens up its own possibilities).Collapse )
hasui hirakawa morning

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When there's a blackout, people say, you can see the stars even in the city. This is not true, as I can attest from 2003. The stars were hidden by heat haze and less clear than on a winter night with electricity fully functional.

This evening they say we're having fog. The neighbour buildings look perfectly clear to me. But I look south and there's nothing but the lacy trees two blocks down. No CN Tower, not even lights near the ground. I look south-east and there are no lit-up office towers down Bay St., just flat grey emptiness. I look east and see the trees on the other side of my block. No godless condos in Yorkville, no looming One Bedford ziggurat proclaiming the triumph of Mammon over serene architecture. Toronto is a low-rise city again, just for tonight, and I shall savour it while it lasts.

ETA: the wind has picked up and the CN Tower is now winking in and out of existence like a mirage-- ghostly there for three seconds with its lights glowing, then gone for ten, then back again, and gone. Immensely cool. And now I can see the weather beacon on the roof of the Canada Life Building on University. It's red and the lights are falling, meaning cloudy and getting cooler. Good old Canada Life Building, with windows that open.