5th October - a month of autumn to Halloween
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byslantedlightToday's autumn post comes courtesy of the Welsh Rally - of Wales, and cars, and mud...
Poetry for October
Mud
by Robert Service
Mud is Beauty in the making,
Mud is melody awaking;
Laughter, leafy whisperings,
Butterflies with rainbow wings;
Baby babble, lover's sighs,
Bobolink in lucent skies;
Ardours of heroic blood
All stem back to Matrix Mud.
Mud is mankind in the moulding,
Heaven's mystery unfolding;
Miracles of mighty men,
Raphael's brush and Shakespear's pen;
Sculpture, music, all we owe
Mozart, Michael Angelo;
Wonder, worship, dreaming spire,
Issue out of primal mire.
In the raw, red womb of Time
Man evolved from cosmic slime;
And our thaumaturgic day
Had its source in ooze and clay...
But I have not power to see
Such stupendous alchemy:
And in star-bright lily bud
Lo! I worship Mother Mud.
Pictures for October
We headed off today at 7am for the Sweet Lamb stage of the Wales Rally GB, and drove through countryside that looked like this - so green!
The church was a kind of map-finding stop, so of course I took the chance to stretch my legs - and found out that the first recorded quadruplets had been born in February 1856, but that they'd also died of typhus, along with their father, a brother and sister, within a month... too sad...
When we got there, the rally stage looked like this - including some autumn-brown and mist!
The mud came in not just on the track, and around the area in general, but when I managed to slip down a bank instead of walking down it, and came up covered in the stuff... *sigh* Worse than that I've stuffed up my knee, and it's aching and aching right now. It'd better sort itself out, because I have to drive for six hours to get home on Monday (and I was planning on leaving earlier and including some interesting stops this time)! It's my clutch/accelerator leg, of course... *sighs more*
Prosfic for October
I'm reading These Things Do Not Remember You by Gwyneth Rhys, to match Endgame...
...and the lads. *g*
Lads with cars today, of course...
...and lads at muddy motor sports... *g*
Poetry for October
Mud
by Robert Service
Mud is Beauty in the making,
Mud is melody awaking;
Laughter, leafy whisperings,
Butterflies with rainbow wings;
Baby babble, lover's sighs,
Bobolink in lucent skies;
Ardours of heroic blood
All stem back to Matrix Mud.
Mud is mankind in the moulding,
Heaven's mystery unfolding;
Miracles of mighty men,
Raphael's brush and Shakespear's pen;
Sculpture, music, all we owe
Mozart, Michael Angelo;
Wonder, worship, dreaming spire,
Issue out of primal mire.
In the raw, red womb of Time
Man evolved from cosmic slime;
And our thaumaturgic day
Had its source in ooze and clay...
But I have not power to see
Such stupendous alchemy:
And in star-bright lily bud
Lo! I worship Mother Mud.
Pictures for October
We headed off today at 7am for the Sweet Lamb stage of the Wales Rally GB, and drove through countryside that looked like this - so green!
The church was a kind of map-finding stop, so of course I took the chance to stretch my legs - and found out that the first recorded quadruplets had been born in February 1856, but that they'd also died of typhus, along with their father, a brother and sister, within a month... too sad...
When we got there, the rally stage looked like this - including some autumn-brown and mist!
The mud came in not just on the track, and around the area in general, but when I managed to slip down a bank instead of walking down it, and came up covered in the stuff... *sigh* Worse than that I've stuffed up my knee, and it's aching and aching right now. It'd better sort itself out, because I have to drive for six hours to get home on Monday (and I was planning on leaving earlier and including some interesting stops this time)! It's my clutch/accelerator leg, of course... *sighs more*
Prosfic for October
I'm reading These Things Do Not Remember You by Gwyneth Rhys, to match Endgame...
...and the lads. *g*
Lads with cars today, of course...
...and lads at muddy motor sports... *g*
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Date: Sunday, 6 October 2019 09:08 am (UTC)One of the fun things about this project is finding the poems actually - I love Robert Service, but I didn't know this one...