Front Door to D.L. Menard
More touring photos taken at the Big Easy and Cajun Country.

"The Back Door"
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"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
More touring photos taken at the Big Easy and Cajun Country.




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More pictures taken today in N'awlins.



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I am in N'awlins. My second day. Balmy weather here in the Big Easy. It looks like the annual Jazz and Heritage Festival will not be dampen by the stormy weather being felt in other states farther up. I am staying in the area for a fortnight, and am looking forward to the annual Jazz and Heritage Festival starting on 29 April.




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Good Friday
Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830-1894)
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon--
I, only I.
Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
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George MacDonald was a venerated literary giant and Christian preacher of the Victorian Age. He mentored and influenced later scholars such as Lewis Carroll, C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tokien, and others. Here is a MacDonald journal entry that would fit extrapolatively well as the lead-in quote to the opening chapter of 'The Golden Age'.
"April 2
Some things wilt thou not one day turn to dreams?
Some dreams wilt thou not one day turn to fact?
The thing that painful, more than should be, seems,
Shall not thy sliding years with them retract-
Shall fair realities not counteract?
The thing that was well dreamed of bliss and joy-
Wilt thou not breathe thy life into the toy?
- George MacDonald
A Book of Strife, in the Form of the Diary of an Old Soul (1880)"
This short prose-poem and its four inquiries are prophetically entertained in John C. Wright's 'The Golden Age' trilogy. This reader is deliciously tempted to conclude Wright derives his story line from these seven verses.
Our manor borne/created Phaethon, telepresenting himself across the holodecks of the conquered Solar System, searching for answers. He needs to know why he had voluntarily redacted two-hundred-fify years of his immortal memory. The protagonist is a mere three-thousand-year old engineer. He is the heir to a noble house known for its wonting the Victorian Age mores and social refinements.
This first book of the trilogy is not only a novel par excellence, it also serves to reawaken thematic questions on perfecting civilizations. Questions such as: If utopia is desired or to be attained, who should decide and by what means? How does one know when utopia is attained, and for whom? Could utopia encourage, tolerate, or accomodate individual pursuits?
After reading 'The Golden Age', one will want to hitch a ride on 'The Phoenix Exultant'. More kaleidoscopic realities lie doggo in book two of this utopian quest saga.
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A YouTube for the National Cherry Blossom Festival Week (or Two) at Washington DC:
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"Winter is long in this climate
and spring—a matter of a few days
only,—a flower or two picked
from mud or from among wet leaves
or at best against treacherous
bitterness of wind, and sky shining
teasingly, then closing in black
and sudden, with fierce jaws.
...
March,
you are like a band of
young poets that have not learned
the blessedness of warmth
(or have forgotten it)."
-- William Carlos Williams
Excerpts from the poem, 'March' (1921)
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"What in the world you doin, Google Eyes?
He sang, very slowly, while he and the child looked at each other...
What in the world you doin, Google Eyes?...
His eyes slowly closed, sprang, open, almost in alarm, closed again.
Where did you get them great big Google eyes?
You're the best there is and I need you in my biz,
Where in the world did you get them Google Eyes?"
-- James Agee, "A Death in the Family" (1938)
With the completion of two major landscaping projects, the lawn and garden are ready to welcome spring. The only thing left to do now is acquiring new lawn and patio furniture. That could wait. In the meantime, I have my google eyes on some books.
In-progress (possible book review candidates):
1. Elvi Rhodes - A House by the Sea
2. John C. Wright - The Golden Age
3. James Agee - A Death in the Family
4. Dorothy Dunnett - Queen's Play
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Labels: Birthday, Music - Jazz, Music - Neo-Classical
The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.