A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW

Stand still, and I will read to thee
A Lecture, love, in Loves philosophy.
These three houres that we have spent,
Walking here, Two shadowes went
Along with us, which we our selves produc'd;
But, now the Sunne is just above our head,
We doe those shadowes tread;
And to brave clearnesse all things are reduc'd.
So whilst our infant loves did grow,
Disguises did, and shadowes, flow,
From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so.

That love hath not attain'd the high'st degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see.

Except our loves at this noone stay,
We shall new shadowes make the other way.
As the first were made to blinde
Others; these which come behinde
Will work upon our selves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline;
To me thou, falsly, thine,
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadowes weare away,
But these grow longer all the day,
But oh, loves day is short, if love decay.

Love is a growing, or full constant light;
And his first minute, after noone, is night.

JOHN DONNE, 1572 - 1631

Yay for snow! Should be good skiing tomorrow. Not enough to rescue the downhills though, after the thaw last week - i went up to our local hill yesterday, and it had big patches of dirty yellow ice showing through. Rode for a couple of hours, but i can't say it was fun - having to pick my way down wherever i could find an edge.

Picked up a new big book at Booksmart - 'A Glastonbury Romance' by John Cowper Powys. Don't know much about him, except i recognised the name because i have a book by him that i inherited from my great uncle.

Been listening to BBC serialisation of 'Tristram Shandy' over the last two weeks. They're inviting people to submit 250 word 'Shandyesque' life stories - so i did They're also running Terry Pratchett's 'Mort'. Yay for the BBC!

Shitty weather here in Ice Station Oscar. I have hardly left the house all week. Been munching my way through a big bag of pretzels, drinking tea, and streaming BBC Radio history progs. And reading 'Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell' till the wee hours.

Wow. First post. Hello everyone and no-one ;whatever:

This is a phrase collage I made from a few months' worth of collected spam a couple of years ago, and which I was reminded of recently. I especially liked the title phrase (from a bulk mail... offering bulk mail services... natch) which I thought had a kind of 'seti@home' feel to it - is there anybody out there? Don't we all "send 1,000,000 (million) messages" sometimes? How many of them ever find an understanding intelligence?
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