Archive for December 2006
Found this on the floor in the bookshop the other night – I wonder what book it had fallen out of?
On page 168 (index) under “E”, (after eggs, bacon and) insert:
Einstein, Albert, Relativity, General Theory of,
temporal implications of (terrestrial),
Dr. Clock’s view of, pages 160-163 (see also cover)
Further proof, I suppose, that breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day.
Far out faintly calls
The continual sea.
Now within the dead
Of night and the dead
Of all my life I go.
I’m one ahead of them
Turned in below.
I’m borne, in their eyes,
Through the staring world.
The present opens its arms.
W. S Graham, from The Nightfishing.
One week down, one to go. To be going on with, some links:
Seems like the antidote to the Georgia map story (and possibly even a map with all the 488 places still on it, and then some) could be found here, a resource for old maps of the the American South. Via Hillbilly Savants.
If I had an account at Twitter, you could find out what I’m feeling, right now.
Too busy to read? DailyLit will send you daily instalments of a book by e-mail. Plenty of scope for synchronicity here, I feel, in the manner of the story recounted by Guy Davenport of the American photographer Ralph Eugene Meatyard’s habit of reading aloud to his family at the breakfast-table. He was reading Tacitus, and got to the account of the asssassination of Julius Caesar on November 22nd, 1963.
A list of the top 20 blogs about classical music.
That’s it. To bed.
I am about to start two weeks of working nights at the book emporium – not that even today’s frenzied retail environment has compelled us to stay open overnight, but merely to repair the depredations of Yule-crazed customers.
Consequently, posts here, apart from maybe once or twice a week, are likely to be brief and perfunctory. So no change there, then.
Anyhow, before I start, the news, (via the excellent LibraryThing’s UnSuggester, that the anti-book to George Perec’s A Void is, well, practically anything by Robert Jordan. I suspect however that I might well enjoy David McCulloch’s 1776, which was 6th on the list.
…and when I got back, it weren’t there anymore.
Poetry Tulip, Due West and Po Biddy Crossroads. Cloudland and Roosterville. Dewy Rose, Hemp, Experiment, Retreat, Wooster, Sharp Top and Chattoogaville… Gone, all gone…
Jonathan Williams would have a thing or two to say about this, I imagine.
Should the state of Kentucky ever adopt the principles followed by the state of Georgia, you could bid farewell, for example, to most of the places alluded to in Jonathan Williams’ poem “The Map of Kentucky and Its Litany of Glorification”, which begins:
Slap OutHi HatPulltiteSugartit
and other such one-horse burgs and halting-places, on the way to
No, not an assessment of my recent (lack of) blogging activity, but an actual pair of quite superb cowpants from a 1937 issue of Popular Science.
The cattle trousers are used to collect specimens of ticks and other insects. These are sent to laboratories where extensive research is being made into the best methods for combating the unsanitary and annoying insect pests.