American Idyll

yes, the river knows

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Song Without Words







In the morning they came up out of the ravine and took to the road again. He'd carved the boy a flute from a piece of roadside cane and he took it from his coat and gave it to him. The boy took it wordlessly. After a while he fell back and after a while the man could hear him playing.
A formless music for the age to come. Or perhaps the last music on earth called up from out of the ashes of its ruin. The man turned and looked back at him. He was lost in concentration. The man thought he seemed some sad
and solitary changeling child
announcing the arrival of a traveling spectacle in shire and village who does not know that behind him the players have all been carried off by wolves.
--Cormac McCarthy
The Road


Colorado River below Garnet Canyon
Palisades of the Desert from outside Tanner Canyon
Mendelssohn: "Song Without Words" (Jacqueline du Pré)
Inner Gorge outside Trinity Canyon
Mencius and Confucius Temples from Whites Butte
Buddha Temple with nomad encampment

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