“I come, I come,”
And a maiden sat in her summer bower,
In the changeful gleam of the twilight hour,
And joy was in her home.

Afar, afar,
From her happy cot, ‘mid the clustering vines,
where the pale moonbeam in silver shines,
She gazed on each bright star.

A gentle prayer
On the low night wind as it murmur’d by,
Like the sound of some passing spirit’s sigh,
She whisper’d softly there.

An icy breath,
A hurrying wing, as of speedy flight,
A darkness shrouding a sunny light,
And the maiden sleeps in death.

“I come, I come,”
And a child with eyes like the sky’s own blue,
Sat playing amid the flowers, and dew,
And peace was in his home.

Loudly, and wild,
A burst of joy thro’ the calm air thrills,
And echo’d by mountains, vales, and hills;
‘Twas the laughter of a child.

Silent, and hush’d,
The air blows chill, and the flowers depart,
And the stream grows still at the child’s glad heart,
And death the blossoms crush’d.

“I come, I come,”
And a worn old man with his locks of gray,
On a bed-rid couch at morning lay,
And quiet fill’d his home.

He dream’d of joy;
And the sunny light of his childhood’s track
To his fading vision came brightly back,
And he dream’d he was a boy.

His eye grew dim,
And a sudden shuddering o’er him crept,
A gentle sigh—and the old man slept,
For death had shrouded him.

“I come, I come,”
It came like the blast of the dread simoom,
A trumpet tone from the hiding tomb,
And a sadness fill’d each home.

The Cry of Death, Catherine H. Waterman

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Julianna Barwick – “White Flag”
The Magic Place

This album, mostly vocal, is unique and compelling but not an everyday listen. As the title suggests, it’s a “place” rather than, say, an adventure or experience, and each song seems to describe a different set of surroundings. White Flag seems vaguely African (in a “Graceland” way) while the title track is like a stone church. At any rate, it’s a relaxing and soft album and this is a good song. (insound)

In defense of HBO’s “unnecessary” nudity

In defense of HBO’s “unnecessary” nudity

“For the record, I don’t have a problem with any of the violence or language on ‘Game of Thrones,’ either; it’s set in a Dungeons and Dragons-flavored version of Hobbes’ State of Nature, and as such, we should expect to see elemental human activities depicted often, and with gusto, and if we have a problem with that, we shouldn’t be watching. I just find it grimly amusing that, for whatever reason, sex and nudity must be handled with special care, and must always be ‘necessary’ and utterly unimpeachable in their presentation, yet profanity and violence are rarely held to such such standards. This is America’s Puritan mentality coming home to roost in criticism. Closeups of throats being slit and limbs being lopped off are an expected part of R-rated entertainment aimed at adult viewers, and not even worthy of comment. But nudity and sex must be ‘justified.’”

Probably won’t settle this silliness, but worth reading.

Do not therefore consider this life as an object of any moment. Look back on the immense gulf of time already past; and forwards, to that infinite duration yet to come, and you will find how trifling the difference is between a life of three days and of three ages.

Let us then employ properly this moment of time allotted us by fate, and leave the world contentedly; like a ripe olive dropping from its stalk, speaking well of the soil that produced it, and of the tree that bore it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

It was a very trying day, choked in raw fog to begin with, and now drowned in cold rain. The flickering, blurred flames of gas-lamps seemed to be dissolving in a watery atmosphere. And the lofty pretensions of a mankind oppressed by the miserable indignities of the weather appeared as a colossal and hopeless vanity deserving of scorn, wonder, and compassion.

Joseph Conrad, The Secret Agent