Hi Max, I didn't really think of it as a gladiatorial chamber - not sure
what it was, fortification perhaps? In any case of course in London. I
imagined people going up and down the stairs. Azure and I went both recent
times to all the Roman sites we could find; I'm fascinated by the
almost geological occlusions they represent. I've also stayed near the
Lutece arena when I've been in Paris, by the way. It also was a bus depot
at one time.
The swans, like a Japanese painting of a certain period, at the edge of
the void, where all creation sooner or later sleeps, however not so
peacefully perhaps, nor ever waking up -
best, Alan
On Sun, 18 Oct 2020, Max Herman via NetBehaviour wrote:
I like these images Alan! A gladiatorial chamber like a cistern of
bloodletting, and an angle of gravel with resting sinuosity: rivers and ancient
might.
They remind me of the trip I made to Europe last May and June, which to me is
now most halcyon of the world before what we have now, a crown of consequences,
lysis, and death down to
the first molecules of our frames.
At the time I was very interested in the then-upcoming solstice of summer 2019,
and how it might relate to stone circles, pantheons, and the indigenous
medicine wheel (viewed from an
internally and externally European afar). In Paris we stayed on the Rue de
Boulangers with a view from the third floor of the Ar?nes de Lut?ce, closed
today for Covid-19, seen in
fragments through green branches. One could imagine it soaked in blood, or
pageants and music after enormous banquets, but also now mainly for football
and reading, beautiful in the
sun or the rain.
Rivers of that summer were the Arno and Seine, accompanied by the bays and
hillside streams of the picturesque Cinque Terre, and then of course later back
home by the Mississippi. I
can't remember any birds at all, even at the gardens of Luxembourg, but there
must have been some. Another rocky arena in Nice, and the rocky beach too
which had a lovely green-blue
color to swim in. I'm sure I must have seen pigeons and seagulls on the trip,
and wish I had seen fish, but I can't remember any of either specifically which
makes me a little sad.
I guess for me the image that contains this all most fairly is the "mill of the
heavens" or the 25,772 year precession of the north stars. It's a big set of nested
cycles all going
on its terrifyingly slow and eventful path at lightning speed, a millstone
slightly off its axis and grinding out not just peace and life but the evils of
war and waste, tended by
deposed persons of conscience who live partly by procrastination and partly by
camoflage. Yet the mill does turn on!
All very best wishes to all,
Max
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