Keats, Brooke and Trollope all consigned to the car boot sale and flea market. Yet this is the very person whose lip curls at the very mention of 'modern' art.
Yet I am a generous person and not one to cringe at misuse and misunderstanding of my ideas (see the cringing reference in this week's New Scientist ). I am sitting in my back yard writing this on my iPod with a glass of wine and wodge of snuss. Yes, I will be generous and put the comment down to a certain misplaced 18th Century Rationalism. Misplaced because I know Davy Hume would understood my use of cultural references as both ironic and fond.
Things changed with the ideas of the Annals ( excuse spelling and errors, it is not east to write in this light and not easy to add links) historians and then the anthropology of Levi Strauss. Rationalism hit a bump in the road and some of the eggs were broken. But it is coming back strongly and accelerating away with the help of the new science of the mind and the new physics. It now acknowledges that everything is 'second hand' including the eggs in the back of the truck.
So why should I take offense at shush a trivial accusation, however foxily pitched?
I shall change course - and retain the Marryat reference - and ask Mr Easy to head for The Land of Giants. Those giants who reach the fruit at the top of the tree by standing on a pile of dwarves rather than the shoulders of their friends.
The Hanging Gardens of NuL.
'There is no place on Earth that I would deem as fair
As a back yard in NuL.
Oh, I wish that I was there.'
W B Yeats.
I have rehung my hanging baskets and and planted gay flowers in troughs along the wall.
All in anticipation of Spring.
I am ahead of my sulky Rowan here. What a girly tree she is!
I would chop her down and plant a stout oak or sad cypress - where is that from? Apart from AC?-, but for a certain tendresse.
My Passion flower has survived the winter, as has the rather tarty rose. No surprise it thrives in NuL.
I wrote a short study on floral symbolism while at Gadja Madah Uni. It is a fascinating topic and makes me curious about the lack in Ice Age art. It is worth looking for a flower among the mammoths. There may be one somewhere.
Now back to my wine and Indonesian books.