I wonder, is it only a coincidence of recorded dates or is it with specific intent that Susan Schultz' poem about dementia is titled, Wednesday, August 02, 2006?
--Compare and contrast the acquisition of a language to its loss. Avoid the trap of merely saying that the latter happens in reverse order of the former. You are likely to do better if you see them as similar processes, though one leads to gain, the other loss. Think chemistry. Think performance of a script. Think Harold and the Purple Crayon. Think Harold Pinter.
--Think two old men fishing for a beautiful young woman in a lake. Think one of them might get “lucky.”
What happens when, like a malleable Wednesday, the mind is free to make it's own unbidden might-get-lucky construct out of our memories and the information we are absorbing from our immediate surroundings? What happens when the two become slowly separated? Bruce Cockburn writes, in his song Strange Waters:
You've been leading me
Beside strange waters
Streams of beautiful lights in the night
But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys?
If I loose my grip, will I take flight?
Today's playlist was soft and folky throughout. This could easily have been a contiguous playlist for a formula radio station (remember radio stations?), with nothing jarring or out of place.
- Gary Louris & Mark Olson: Saturday Morning On Sunday Street
- Brian Withycombe: My All
- Camera Obscura: Dory Previn
- P.T. Walkley: Magic
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