More from Salle. The most moving thing about old pews and choir stalls is the way the tops of them shine. They are polished by hundreds of years of human hands. A peregrine just grounded a pigeon in my garden. It must have missed the kill on the way down, otherwise I would have heard the pigeon's neck snap in mid air. The pigeon got away; the peregrine was not that impressive in level flight. I see what Baker meant about these birds. They are moving.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Moving Things
More from Salle. The most moving thing about old pews and choir stalls is the way the tops of them shine. They are polished by hundreds of years of human hands. A peregrine just grounded a pigeon in my garden. It must have missed the kill on the way down, otherwise I would have heard the pigeon's neck snap in mid air. The pigeon got away; the peregrine was not that impressive in level flight. I see what Baker meant about these birds. They are moving.
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Omigod -- it's Derek Jacobi in a previous life!
ReplyDeleteamazing what they had to do before the invention of sandpaper...
ReplyDeleteah, you've let slip your superhuman powers, Mr. A - mild-mannered reporter by day, no one has ever seen him leave a telephone box he'd previously entered in a hurry.
I'm no Sherlock, but it appears from his posting yesterday that you had Capt'n B as a house guest.
ReplyDeleteSigh, those grand North Norfolk house parties. I imagine it must be like the 'Go Between'?
One day. One day.
Straight from polished pews to peregriness and pigeons. A non sequitur of monumental proportions, if you don't mind me saying. Lots of things are moving, for crying out loud, but shouldn't be talked about in the same feckin paragraph.
ReplyDeleteby the way, can you tell Captain B that it seems impossible to leave comments on his blog? - you have to be 'logged in' but it won't accept my Wordpress ID so i presume only Captain B can comment on Captain B, a sure recipe for Blair-style insanity.
ReplyDeleteA non sequitur, Neil? All I can say to that is a camel with one hump is known as a dromedary.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you pointed that out. But, on the other hand, it's illegal to drink beer out of a bucket while you're sitting on a curb in St. Louis.
ReplyDeleteElberry- I've just recovered from the reverie induced by the images on your own site....Recusant manages to post on my blog, but then he's a Burkean Chestertonian. I can't say how he does it, but perhaps he could let you know since I haven't a clue about how it all works. Bryan was supposed to give a tutorial about 'links' and the like, but there was never time amidst the salt marsh walks and the mini-lectures on perpendicular Gothic- and if you believe that.....
ReplyDeleteOh and I forgot- 'hark a lark'.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, it seems I am considered a 'techie'. I've only just learnt how to type. Maybe I am a genius by accident, but I tapped in my email address, a name and, as Lord Salisbury didn't say, Bob's your uncle.
ReplyDeleteSee, us Burkean Chestertonians have our uses, except for dreaming up snappy descriptions for ourselves.