The October wind...

has given way to a quiet sunny Saturday morning on College Lane. I do hear Dylan Thomas's wind every year about this time, though.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
Dylan Thomas, "Especially when the October wind"

Thanks for this, read aloud to the dozen young Minnesotans that 1964 autumn, JB. Fall has been grievy, as well as brisk, in the past. This year, today, it's looking like a long quiet stretch of hours, time to catch up on my memex, and maybe to do some P311 planning, senior thesis nudging, Al-Mush listserv enabling -- all before heading out to a dinner party Chez Bob. Who knows, maybe I'll even sit outdoors by the Japanese maple. I'm working on a College loaner Inspiron 4150, since I'm in the midst of a I3800 crash. Looks like time to choose another PC. bk thinks it should be a PowerBook.
A busy, full month ahead.
Pages consulted:

Infocult: Flashgothic: The Devil's Tramping Ground

New Yorker covers: love, religion

The Art World: The Junkman's son, by Peter Schjeldahl. The New Yorker, November 2, 2003.

Making Sense of Modern Art: Philip Guston. SFMOMA.

The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction. Walter Benjamin (1935).

Norbert Weiner

Comments

[Bryan Alexander]

Ah, October is always Bradbury's month for me. I've been rereading pieces of F451 and Martian Chronicles. In an airport I came across a reissue of The October Country, and was suddenly 6 or 8 or 10 again, weeping at the dead girl, terrified by the returning dog, and so on.

(Thanks for the ping - please send me any Webgothic stuff you find!)

[d2]

My antique paperback "Octoboer Country" has arrived from half.com, as has the time to read it.