Thoughts of a restless brain in a wet season

Restlessness, despite–or because of–the unusual weather in south Louisiana this year: freezing temperatures on a Mardi Gras day, ice and snow and closed schools, a cool rainy spring, a week in July so temperate I kept the cottage’s windows open.  I’m looking at my Maine Atlas and Gazetteer again. A photo on the official site of the City of Belfast, ME, shows a snowplowed street lit with Christmas lights on an overcast day. Wow…and Maine’s Republican senators were Olympia Snowe and Susan Collins. Hope?

Restlessness, because my interesting friends and relatives keep busy in social media. Several pictures of dogs have appeared on my facebook page, but there’s also a cat video. The video, in which the cat is playing piano, is projected in a concert hall over the orchestra. No credit for orchestra or composer, alas. The cat and I could have played my “Ivory and Ebony” piece as a duet. It’s a aleatory work, influenced by Schoenberg, of course, and not publishable.

Joan Didion is a restless author. Here’s a quote which I mean to be encouraging. It’s from Didion’s “Comrade Laski, C.P.U.S.A. (M.-L.),”  in Slouching Towards Bethlehem (NY, 1968).

“You see what the world of Michael Laski is: a minor but perilous triumph of being over nothingness.”

Augustine: “Our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee.” An Irish Jesuit changed the pronouns to make God restless without his people. A restful thought?


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