is the art of seeing
what is invisible to others.
– Jonathan Swift
enlightening the understanding
by the sun of reason
which will dispell the clouds
of superstition and of prejudice.
– Adam Weishaupt
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Illumination. Playing with the filters on my new camera 🙂
As the sun makes ice melt,
misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility
– Albert Schweitzer
Statistical advice was integral to the initial experimental design, but we decided the advice led to too much work.
Selected to use open data for analysis because we didn’t manage to negotiate access to potentially more useful sources.
A Northern blot was run instead of realtime QPCR because the PI is old and does not trust results unless he sees a band.
O do you imagine, said fearer to farer,
That dusk will delay on your path to the pass,
Your diligent looking discover the lacking,
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?
– W.H. Auden
No idle gold – since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
No precious stones – since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go.
– William Henry Davies
Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair.
– Thomas Nashe
Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word, he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
– Walter De La Mare
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
– Louis Macneice
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– W.B. Yeats
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
– T.S. Eliot
Start off the year on a bit of nonsense: The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter…
Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been and is
The mind that never meant amiss
Forget not yet.
– Sir Thomas Wyatt
Über allen Gipfeln
In allen Wipfeln
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
Over mountain peaks
In the tree-tops
No breath carries
Birds in the forest are still.
Wait, for you will
Soon sleep too.
Perhaps Goethe’s most famous poem. First reading it in school, I wasn’t impressed. A year or so later, I was gripped by it’s icy imagery.
I met in the street a very poor young man
who was in love.
His hat was old, his coat worn,
his cloak was out at the elbows,
the water passed through his shoes,
and the stars through his soul.
J’ai rencontré dans la rue un jeune homme très pauvre
Son chapeau était vieux, son habit était usé;
il avait les coudes troués;
l’eau passait à travers ses souliers
et les astres à travers son âme.
– Victor Hugo
The holiday season. You could smell it in the air. The spices, the cakes, and the candy. Wrapping paper crackled and tinsel sparkled. There was a general air of anticipation and fun mixed in with frantic holiday shopping. Everyone was awash with mulled wine, goodwill, and charity.
Not everyone was happy, to be sure. Jody and Fred spent the days huddled together in wordless misery. Nobody had told them, but they knew.
One of them would be for the pot.
* * *
A bit of a downer for a holiday? So how do I turn that round? Well, maybe Jody and Fred will follow this example.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
While others are anxiously wondering whether they made the “nice” list, Olaf is hoping for a chat with the reindeer. He knows he’s been good all year.
A Very Merry Christmas from Olaf, Bertie and myself.
The moments of happiness we enjoy
take us by surprise.
It is not that we seize them,
but that they seize us.
– Ashley Montagu
Another craft project from Cloudsofcolour: DIY Doodle-stones. Go for a walk, pick up some stones, wash, and decorate with waterproof ink. Nice as decorations or small personal gifts. And it’s great fun to look at a stone, and try to see who’s hiding in it.
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise.
A ragged urchin, aimless and alone,
Loitered about that vacancy; a bird
Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone:
That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third,
Were axioms to him, who’d never heard
Of any world where promises were kept,
Or one could weep because another wept.
The thin-lipped armourer,
Hephaestos, hobbled away,
Thetis of the shining breasts
Cried out in dismay
At what the god had wrought
To please her son, the strong
Iron-hearted man-slaying Achilles
Who would not live long.
– W.H. Auden
From The Shield of Achilles.
I’m on holiday, and away from the net. I’ve scheduled some posts, mostly poetry. I hope you recognise some old favourites, or discover new ones.
Where waters smoothest run,
there deepest are the fords,
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The firmest faith is found in fewest words,
The turtles do not sing, and yet they love.
– Edward Dyer