April 22nd, 2006

welsh dragon

Bors to Elayne: on the King's Coins

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The Archbishop answered the lords;
his words went up through a slope of calm air:
'Might may take symbols and folly make treasure,
and greed bid God, who hides himself for man's pleasure
by occasion, hide himself essentially; this abides --
that the everlasting house the soul discovers
is always another's; we must lose our own ends;
we must always live in the habitation of our lovers,
my friend's shelter for me, mine for him.
This is the way of this world in the day of that other's;
make yourselves friends by means of the riches of iniquity,
for the wealth of the self is the health of the self exchanged.
What saith Heracleitus? -- and what is the City's breath? --
dying each other's life, living each other's death.
Money is a medium of exchange.'
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-- Charles Williams

NOTE: collinsmom says she'll be glad when National Poetry Month is over, so I'll quit posting so much poetry. Me, I'm running out of short pieces that I like, but I fear to post long ones. This one is so-so long, but I've give it a cut or two so it won't take up too much space on your friends page. Anyway, this is one of my favorites from Charles Williams's Arthurian poems.
wayside cross

A wonderful Saturday

collinsmom and I went to Milan this morning to finally pick up her new car. We closed the deal on a used Prizm last weekend, but they had to fix the A/C and install cruise control, and we wound up waiting over a week for it to get all done. But now we have three vehicles for two persons. We'd ditch one, but the likeliest candidate is Jade (the truck), and trucks are just too necessary sometimes.

Well, she came back home to do stuff while I went on out to Wilderstead. I spent the next three and a half hours mending barbed wire fence up and down the side of the hill. I've got about a third of the whole fenceline done now. It was hot, tiring work, but very rewarding to get done. Last week I walked the whole fenceline, putting up new No Trespassing signs. Property lines are like broken windows in the city: if you neglect fixing them, you invite people to violate boundaries, and stuff gets worse.

At the end of the work, I was standing over the creek. The sky was a brilliant blue with puffy clouds and the sun was shining strongly. The creek was full of cold, rushing water. I was in the middle of nowhere. So I shucked my clothes and went and sat down on a rock in knee-deep water, then lay back and let the creek rush over my bod. Gloriosky! Ain't nothin' like it.

Then I got dressed, packed up, and returned to civilization. Walked the dog, petted the cat. We have a dinner gathering in a nearby town this evening. Oughta be fun.

Life is good.