So my DVD of Until the End of the World has arrived. Because of travel plans over the next two weeks, I’m saving my first viewing until the week between xmas and new year’s. I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer. My excitement over this film’s re-release is in several parts. 1 / The circumstance of my first viewing I saw it in a theater in Edinburgh the summer of 1992, when I was living in Scotland during a semester abroad in college.
62: Shenandoah (Oak)
63: Shenandoah (Maple)
At more or less this moment, 30 years ago, I walked into Chris & Dave’s dorm room to see who was heading over to the Caf for dinner. They were the only ones on our floor with a TV in their room.
A crowd had gathered, watching the news.
The Berlin Wall.
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62: Shenandoah (Oak)
Key Master of Brainerd.
I wrote a haiku, and twenty-eight years later, I finally published it.
(Thanks to @Patti for blowing her own horn, thereby drawing my attention to the publication.)
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61: Shenandoah (Birch)
Gilbert Seldes, The Stammering Century:
But it is almost impossible to believe that the wholly undisciplined followers of New Thought could understand or seriously practice the discipline of Yoga. […] For the most part, those who practiced it had not the faintest intention of giving up the world. Yoga was for them a mystic way of renouncing whatever was irritating and preserving whatever was pleasing. It was an elaborate game of pretense by which noisy people went into silence and distracted people imagined they were concentrating. The glamour of renunciation suffused the picture which they had of themselves. Actually nothing was renounced and whatever was desired was lifted to a transcendantal plane where it could be enjoyed a hundred-fold. No doubt the delusion was as effective as the actuality might have been. One fancies oneself becoming ageless and deathless, and full of perfection, sinking into eternal nothingness. And if, in fact, one was only resting a little and sinking into a perfumed bath the result was about the same. For Yoga had given a reason beyond reason. It had, in a strange way, transfigured the commonplaces of life. One was lifted successively to higher and higher planes of being, not knowing exactly where they were, but vaguely satisfied because they were higher. The little irritations of the world fell away. One was alone with the mysterious spirit and, breathing in a refined way, one returned to conquer the world.
59: Mile Marker (Stars)
60: MN Yellow
58: Mile Marker (Arrow)
59: Mile Marker (Stars)
