Winter
 

I'm from San Diego, so I object to the cold and snow here. But I've always been fond of Simic:

http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog...-philosophers/

Thanks,

Bill

Bill,

You could not realise the relief you have brought for a few minutes with these thoughts about cold and snow.

I am in tropical north Queensland, and we are all cut-off from the rest of Australia. And the waters are falling from the sky and rising from the rivers, flash-flooding and killing. 8 dead, 72 missing, and more flash floods expected.

And the heat, the humidity, the smell, and the sandflies and mosquitoes are horrendous.

This is just terrible. I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. From years of drought to managing floodgates to prevent the devastating damage if the dams burst.

And our Janet is right in the middle of it, where the incessant rains are falling. I am just above it, and can't get anywhere because all roads are impassable.

I would give anything to feel cold for a moment, and for everything to freeze. And for a moment, it did, when I read the piece you posted.

Thanks, Bill.

Cally

Cally,

That sounds horrible. It doesn't seem to be getting much media coverage here. Your and Janet's reports are the most I have heard. Stay above it let Janet know we are thinking of her.

David R.

(Sorry for the diversion, Bill.)

Thanks, David. We are feeling the destructive force of water. Things are grim.

Perhaps others will add some winter tales here, to keep me cool and dreaming! The last paragraph of the Simic piece made me cry - but I stopped myself. No more water.

I find the Simic piece interesting alongside the review of Wilbur's book on another thread. Does Wilbur live and write in a cold place? Do writers write from a cold place, no matter what climate zone they live in?

I love thinking about, and being in, winter.

Cally

Cally,

Here's a kind of winter poem, if I'm translating the title right, by Elizabeth Bishop:



Cirque d’Hiver

Across the floor flits the mechanical toy,
fit for a king of several centuries back.
A little circus horse with real white hair;
His eyes are glossy black.
He bears a little dancer on his back.

She stands upon her toes and turns and turns.
A slanting spray of artificial roses
is stitched across her skirt and tinsel bodice.
Above her head she poses
another spray of artificial roses.

His mane and tail are straight from Chirico.
He has a formal, melancholy soul.
He feels her pink toes dangle on his back
along the little pole
that pierces both her body and her soul

and goes through his, and reappears below,
under his belly, as a big tin key.
He canters three steps, then he makes a bow,
canters again, bows on one knee,
canters, then clicks and stops, and looks at me.

The dancer, by this time, has turned her back.
He is the more intelligent by far.
Facing each other rather desperately –
his eye is like a star –
we stare and say, “Well, we have come this far.”

XXX- Elizabeth Bishop

Well, I'm snowed-in, Cally. Who knows how many days or weeks I'll be snowed in. It's bleak.

We'll be taking another big hit tomorrow night in New York City.

Nemo

It's quite bizarre. Here in Washington D.C., we've mostly avoided the snow, other than for a couple of inches a few weeks ago, and a dusting or two more recently. Yet a mere hundred miles north and south have been hit hard by blizzards. Once again the forecast is calling for blizzards in New York and other relatively close areas, but we're only supposed to get two or three inches.

I'm guessing it's all the hot air getting puffed out by congress.

I've lived all my life in the frozen north. When I walk out in January and its 28 degrees F, I say, "Wow, it's really warm today!" Just what you're used to, I guess.

dwl

Just to counterpoint your winter blizzards, the situation here is now capable of becoming our greatest national disaster. Food supplies are now cut from where I am in the north, Janet is safe but soggy in Hervey Bay, but that could change very quickly - the low pressure systems developing off the coast, and the king tide tomorrow mean massive amounts of water still to come.

The area of land that is actually underwater now is beyond comprehension - larger than most European countries, larger than the whole state I come from, Victoria. And the scenes of the flash-floods are dreadful reminders of the tsunami. The death toll is rising every hour. They are now evacuating the centre of Queensland's capital city, Brisbane. This is unthinkable - unreal.

The ferocity and surge of the water is unbelievable. People are missing. Destroyed townships remain unreachable.

The distress coming through from these extreme weather events we are all experiencing to some extent, relates to being 'isolated' and 'cut-off'.

Marvellous Bishop, Ed! A touch of magic. The full extent of the tragedy is unfolding here moment by moment. Touches of magic are so welcome.

And touches of winter. For me, at least, it becomes so much harder to think in the heat. That's why the Simic piece Bill posted spoke directly to me. I wondered if anyone else has the same experience?