Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Controlled Woolgathering



io son sempre un idiota
io non so che sospirar

I am idiotically delighted to have this new quote, from the delightful love song of the country bumpkin in l’Elisir d’Amore.

I am always an idiot
I know only how to sigh

I intend to use it a lot about myself.  I’d like to be the office bumpkin, amiable and slow, simple and happy to believe what I am told.  Wearing a bit of birds-nest in my hair, or grass-stains on my knees; woolgathering.

''To lift, to fetch, to drive, to shed, to pen,
Are acts I recognize, with all they mean
Of shepherding the unruly, for a kind of
Controlled woolgathering is my work too.''
—Cecil Day Lewis

I shall always happily return to my sheep (revenons à nos moutons), whether poetic or otherwise, knowing how to do nothing but sigh—and maybe hum a bit from time to time.




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  1. I'm back to my sheep too, my pencil's sharp and scribbles on smoothly again!
    And I also keep sighing and sighing and sighing. It is honestly the most beautiful pastime, away from ambitions and the thousand complicacies of hectic lives!

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    1. Welcome back, and to your sheep and pencil scribblings and sighs!

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