tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post8641725115552445999..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: No Escape, Part Twelve: "Every Hearth Has A Ghost, Alack"Stephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-3197217929497884872012-12-07T09:02:45.824-08:002012-12-07T09:02:45.824-08:00Anonymous: I got it this time. Lovely! What a ni...Anonymous: I got it this time. Lovely! What a nice coincidence! It's very interesting to see the two images 70 years apart from one another. Thank you again.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-77457542222873613392012-12-07T00:27:04.150-08:002012-12-07T00:27:04.150-08:00Hmmm, sorry about that. It's here: http://myen...Hmmm, sorry about that. It's here: http://myenglishlife.tumblr.com/post/37337172984/sennen-cove You can clearly see in the middle of the photo the little chapel which is to the left of the painting (it's a house now, unsurprisingly).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-2140472123498989082012-12-06T16:21:17.369-08:002012-12-06T16:21:17.369-08:00Anonymous: thank you for visiting again, and for ...Anonymous: thank you for visiting again, and for sharing that nice coincidence. Unfortunately, Blogger did not replicate your link in a manner that enables me to click on it to access the photograph, and when I try to reach the image by typing it, I get an "Access Denied" message. In any event, I appreciate your attempt to send it!Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-58291345942714826952012-12-06T14:45:29.280-08:002012-12-06T14:45:29.280-08:00I posted a comment about John Nash's paintings...I posted a comment about John Nash's paintings in Buckinghamshire a few weeks ago. Today looking at this post I was struck by the picture of Sennen Cove, which is a bleak, exposed but beautiful spot on the coast of Cornwall about a mile north of Land's End. By coincidence only two days ago I was in almost the exact spot where the picture was painted, heading away from the village and up towards the coastal footpath -- here's a picture taken by my wife: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_memb1ggTW81qh37w3o1_1280.jpgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-35518700708018810212012-12-02T13:01:14.850-08:002012-12-02T13:01:14.850-08:00Mr Floyd: thank you for stopping by again, and fo...Mr Floyd: thank you for stopping by again, and for the apposite lines from Stevens. <br /><br />Stevens was not one to roam in search of the Ideal Place, was he? (Although, come to think of it, Florida may have served that purpose in the early part of his life, before he pretty much settled into Hartford.) Of course, his mind and his imagination roamed everywhere.<br /><br />Thanks again.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-16861275797072348352012-12-02T12:56:51.997-08:002012-12-02T12:56:51.997-08:00Julie: I'm pleased that you discovered the Har...Julie: I'm pleased that you discovered the Hardy poems -- a nice surprise!<br /><br />"Weathers" is a lovely poem. Here's another "talking bird" poem that comes to mind: "The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again." It is a villanelle, and one of the recurring lines is: "Men know but little more than we." Perhaps it is included in the book that you found.<br /><br />As always, it is good to hear from you again.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-39111817631813823892012-12-02T09:22:30.839-08:002012-12-02T09:22:30.839-08:00Here's Wallace Stevens's comment (see belo...Here's Wallace Stevens's comment (see below) on the human penchant for thinking somethin lies at the end of thought, "a foyer of the spirit." We have only the eye, he says, and the mind is the eye. There is only the world outside our window, and our imaginations to work on that world. "Sunday Morning," a greater poem, says the same thing.<br /><br />Thought is false happiness: the idea<br />That merely by thinking one can,<br />Or may, penetrate, not may,<br />But can, that one is sure to be able—<br /><br />That there lies at the end of thought<br />A foyer of the spirit in a landscape<br />Of the mind, in which we sit<br />And wear humanity's bleak crown;<br /><br />In which we read the critique of paradise<br />And say it is the work<br />Of a comedian, this critique;<br />In which we sit and breathe<br /><br />An innocence of an absolute,<br />False happiness, since we know that we use<br />Only the eye as faculty, that the mind<br />Is the eye, and that this landscape of the mind<br /><br />Is a landscape only of the eyes; and that<br />We are ignorant men incapable<br />Of the least, minor, vital metaphor, content,<br />At last, there, when it turns out to be here.<br /><br />bruce floydnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-38603650755608231062012-12-02T09:15:05.080-08:002012-12-02T09:15:05.080-08:00Well Stephen, after threatening to invest in a boo...Well Stephen, after threatening to invest in a book of Hardy's poetry, I came across one while sorting through my own bookcases! It fell open to a poem which began,<br />This is the weather the cuckoo likes<br />And so do I.<br /><br />There is the talking bird~ having told Hardy he likes the spring or else how would he know?<br /><br />By the way its the best Christmas present I'm likely to receive and it has been here all the time~Julie Whitmore Potteryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12283540996942265818noreply@blogger.com