Drawing a veil over this: a final entry in the ‘Doom Book’

I’ve ‘liked’ this post because there’s no ‘dislike’ button I can press. I understand your reasoning. But I’m going to sorely miss you. There was a time when the only time I could walk in peace was to get up before dawn and stumble around my route in the dark until the sun rose. One winter morning the sky evolved into an intense flawless blue. A moon was full and large and white in this blueness. A grey heron flew soundlessly across it. I felt like I’d fallen into a haiku. I knew it must mean something. Well it did. There was a death. My friend sent me this Basho posthumously via her son:

Friends part
forever – wild geese
lost in cloud

And now here’s another sort of death. I hope you fly across the moon again as I stumble momentarily from darkness. (And why let the capitalists have all the good blogs). Ann

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10 Responses to Drawing a veil over this: a final entry in the ‘Doom Book’

  1. Ann, I’m very touched by your words. The image of the heron in flight across the moon and your sense that it meant something, conveys something beautiful and poignant.

    The ‘signs’ – dreams, little coincidences, the landing of the first Brent geese of the winter – carried on with me, heralding events of more personal impact than I could have anticipated – it wasn’t about a ‘silly blog’… not primarily. To shed the convictions which lent the sense of a grandiose ‘mission’ to the blog may offer a way back to writing, and living, to experience the magic in the everyday, without getting hung up on distant goals that can’t be achieved this minute.

    You may see me fly across the moon again.


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    • AnnIsikArts says:

      I will keep looking up to the moon. I hope you’ll feel free to pop in on my blog anytime with your pearls of wisdom. By the way, I’ve had a 30-year+ year indirect relationship with Lloyds Register. πŸ™‚

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      • I am poised to return… I misjudged the full import of the ‘signs’… Interesting about Lloyds Register.

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      • AnnIsikArts says:

        Wonderful. Give me a prod when you do. Sometimes you have to take a step back to see the bigger picture. That was trite …. I look forward to the new ‘bloggingyou’. πŸ™‚

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      • Hi, here’s a ‘prod’.- though it marks a further stepping back to get a bigger picture and retuning. The signal may go dead for a little while…


      • AnnIsikArts says:

        Ha!Ha! Ha! I saw your ‘prod’ immediately upon stopping , for the afternoon, practising Zadok the Priest (and other of Handel’s Coronation Anthems) which I am singing first in a workshop Saturday morning next, then performing directly afterwards (I am ‘soprano 24’) at St Martin-in-the-Fields (Traf Square) and I DEFINITELY sound now just like your corncrake of Clonmacnoise. Are you spying on me? I have scanned your text but will plunge deeper once I’ve recovered. πŸ™‚


      • That bit in Zadok that always makes me jump! My great-great grandparents were married in St. Mart’s-i-t-Fields (the hansom cab driver who was killed in the Elephant and Castle). Love dropping in there. Saw a wonderful performance of Handel’s Dixit Dominus and Vivaldi’s Ostra Picta (or was it Gloria?) about 3-4 years ago. Saw The Sixteen do the Coronation Anthems at Winchester Cathedral a while back too. Don’t worry about reading it too closely, I lazily cut-n-pasted most of it.

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      • AnnIsikArts says:

        You mean the beginning of Zadok (after the 22 bar introduction) I suppose. It is a bit of a shock. The dynamic on my sheet music is [Loud]! But it’s practising the 40-note appoggiatura starting at bar 83 that’s got me squawking like a corncrake.

        That’s interesting about your great-greats getting wed at St Martin’s. Sad about the hansom cab accident. I probably ought to know about it, but I’ve not come across anything about it.

        The Sixteen have been to Rochester too, this year, a couple of times.

        Cut/pasted, it doesn’t matter. Your writing is always much food for much thought.


      • Even when I know it’s coming, it startles me.
        The hansom cab is here https://thegrammarofmatter.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/the-loneliness-wrought-by-social-cleansing-in-london-my-city/.
        Went to Rochester once, about four years ago, the day after a Hallowe’en party in Strood. Enjoyed browsing in a huge antiques emporium.


      • AnnIsikArts says:

        Thanks for sharing a bit of your history, despite that it’s sad. I get what you mean about social cleansing and loneliness. I revisited my first childhood home in 2010. The top storey was gone and the bottom bit had become a lean-to attached to a CIU working men’s club. I felt intruded upon. There is no huge antiques emporium in Rochester today, luckily, or most of it would have ended up in my house by now. πŸ™‚

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