The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea

[sovay]

History, like a vast river, propels logs, vegetation, rafts, and debris; it is full of live and dead things, some destined for resurrection; it mingles many waters and holds in solution invisible substances stolen from distant soils. Anything may become part of it; that is why it can be an image of the continuity of mankind. And it is also why some of its freight turns up again in the social sciences: they were constructed out of the contents of history in the same way as houses in medieval Rome were made out of stones taken from the Coliseum. But the special sciences based on sorted facts cannot be mistaken for rivers flowing in time and full of persons and events. They are systems fashioned with concepts, numbers, and abstract relations. For history, the reward of eluding method is to escape abstraction.

—Jacques Barzun, Clio and the Doctors (1974)

Comments

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

You seem to have been gone a long time.

[sovay]

You seem to have been gone a long time.

I have the Cold of the Damned, which my uncle brought to Thanksgiving. But I did put up a movie review night before last.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Ugh. I hope you feel better.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Where have you been? Are you all right? Were you stolen by the autumn and returned now that it's winter?

You never call me; you never use the guillotine I bought you!

[sovay]

Were you stolen by the autumn and returned now that it's winter?

I wish. My immune system does not consider me worth fighting for.

You never call me; you never use the guillotine I bought you!

I miss you.

"...The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea..."

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Love that song.

And the river.

Nine

Re: "...The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea..."

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Dang, you beat me to my comment--well, actually, I didn't know it was a song--I was just going to say that I loved the subject line.

I'd like to think of other, equivalent groups of four things...

the curl of birch bark, the gamelan, the hourglass, the night

[sovay]

I didn't know it was a song--I was just going to say that I loved the subject line.

It's from 10,000 Maniacs' "Verdi Cries." I have only a version by June Tabor.

the curl of birch bark, the gamelan, the hourglass, the night

Prrrr.

Give me a story for that.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Maybe a poem? Story would have to be from you!

I'll try a poem:-)

Verdi Cries--what a great title! Gonna listen *right now*

[sovay]

I'll try a poem:-)

I'll take a poem. I'm not picky.

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's magnificent.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting quote.

And the June Tabor song is lovely. Thanks!

(My CD-R drive still doesn't work, else I'd've gone and ripped you an mp3 copy of Danú's version of "Farewell Angelina." Sorry about that.)