21th december

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going to the local park as a child, I was intrigued by this scruffy old graveyard. Situated in a corner of a park, on the street where I lived, it was enclosed by an iron fence adorned with stars, and all the old, mossy grave stones bore inscriptions in a weird foreign language. It’s a jewish burial-place, used between 1787 and 1857. (An older picture.) I was intrigued; probably more intrigued than by the swings and the children’s toys in the park. But you don’t talk about graves, do you? You don’t mention the dead. The park was an interesting place. Not only the graveyard, but on one side a fire station, on an other the police (and the jail). On yet another side, the fourth, was the shelter — where you were supposed to go, when the war came. It was important to know, thought my grandfather and grandmother, to whom war was a reality. They taught me everything I needed to know, and most of it has never come to use. But that is the charm of quaint knowledge.

121221dNow to the underground train station close-by: well, I always used to think this thing dangling from the ceiling was the real corpse of a bat:

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121221eI don’t know why I thought so; it’s too big to be a bat. Even a child ought to know that. Having finally abandoned my embarrassing childhood hypothesis, I am now convinced these are the scorched wings of an archangel. Which one of them? I don’t know. Do you?

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(That’s some 1970s metro art.)

Ps. Today is the solstice. See my old posts! After all, it happens every year, and there’s only so much to say about it, even for a talkative soul like Rudi. To celebrate, there will be champagne in the kiosk, and the gnomes will sing. Unlike fairies and elves, they love the dark season. The predicted apocalypse seems to have failed to create the drama one might expect from any decent and major cataclysm, but if the elementals get drunk enough, I’m sure there will drama to satisfy any apocalyptic thrill-seeker. Everyone who’s not so inclined is welcome to help themself to a second (or third, or fourth, or…) serving of comforting ice-cream. Happy solstice!

6 thoughts on “21th december

  1. thank goodness I was able to leave my umbrella at the door! At least there’s no rain inside the kiosk.

    Cheers!

  2. This solstice, however, has the distinction of coinciding with the end of the world per the Mayan calendar. Wonder if anthros have opinions on that … I bet they think it`s rank superstition LOL.
    (Can’t comment on pics yet, on phone where they aren’t properly viewable.)

  3. No, no rain here! A little snow in the garden, but no rain, thank Dog.

    There is, of course, Robert Powell, who appears to be taking mayan superstition seriously. Though, granted, he doesn’t seem to believe in the apocalypse. (http://steinerbooks.org/detail.html?session=da64054af5ca5b33087db8aae7fd11bf&id=9781584200710)

    But other anthros seem as cheerful as skeptics about the prospect of the world ending today. I e, they seem to view it as a joke. After all, Steiner didn’t predict it!

  4. From the Powell link: ‘Just after Christmas 1919, Steiner revealed more about the impending incarnation of Ahriman, saying almost offhandedly that Ahriman’s name might be “John William Smith.” With this remark, he clearly pointed to the incarnation occurring in the English-speaking West, while other remarks made it is certain Steiner meant that the incarnation would take place in America.’

    Absolutely hilarious — John William Smith! Makes me thing he was joking because people asked so silly questions.

  5. Great pictures. You live in a beautiful place.
    What *is* the bat thing, actually? Is it art? It sounds from what you are saying like it has been there a very long time.

  6. Thank you!

    I wonder what that bat thing is. I googled it, but didn’t find anything. It must have been there from the start or almost from the start — this part of the station was built in the 1970s (there’s another line too — you see these tunnels, you walk through them to get out and to get to the other line — and the other line was much older).

    Looks like textile on a metal frame, but I wonder what it’s meant to look like. The various art installations on this station have to do with nature and man’s impact on nature.

    I remember one of these installations from my childhood — this particular one has been rearranged now (contains different items but on the same theme) — which was a glass box in the rock wall and in it were beach artefacts: sand, drift-wood, shells, and stuff people had lost, i e, garbage cluttering the beach. There was a broken and dirty doll, and an old shoe. I found the whole thing very sad.

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