26 April 2004
ponderings from the archive
sitting in the archives, typing, feeling tired ---
heading downstairs for a cup of hot coffee, or a coffee-like drink in a brown and hot plastic cup that in the US would be labeled with �caution - this container may be very hot� or whatever the phrase was -- �caution - this container may contain hot contents�?
listening to pearl jam, no, norah jones, no, counting crows, no alison krauss, no paolo conte... the music cycles and i press �skip� if i can�t handle the song today.
i was sitting here, typing, a tad dyslexic in my transcriptions today, and i got a flash of philadelphis in my mind. a flash of philadelphia, west philly, in the spring. the tulips etc. are all out, the trees turning green, and how lush west philly really can get between, say 40th and 45th street, and pine, walnut, locust, chestnut streets. really, really amazingly lush. and how that is such an erl�sung, a sense of relief and freedom after a west philly winter, the feeling that, finally, the world is alive again.
that�s what flashed through my mind. and now jacques brel is crooning about marieke, and i�m feeling the acute loss of the french language, which, quite frankly, i was oh so fluent in oh not so long ago. but hey. i can still understand and read. who needs to speak if one has hands and feet to gesticulate?
back to work for me. will post this when i return home.
ay marieke marieke, le ciel flammande.
entre les tours de brugges a ghent.
and then some flemmish, which, god help me, i can�t transcripe!
je t�aimais bien.
reviens le temps
quand tu m�aimait de brugges a ghent...
ah, yes.
dandlioneyes at 2:24 pm