So it started snowing a little while ago. That reminds me of two things – a James Joyce quote and a Pete Seeger song…
“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
Pete Seeger – “Snow, snow” That beautiful song is on the “Rainbow race” album – perhaps on others as well, I can’t be sure, but it’s a great album and just one of the wonderful songs there. Just one more reason to still own a record player (“record” as in vinyl, LP).
Back to Joyce, the quote is from “The Dead”, a short story from “The Dubliners”. John Huston created a film based on this story – in fact, his last film. If you haven’t seen it – run, don’t walk to the nearest video store or Netflix, whatever. It’s as great a piece of cinematic art as you’re likely to experience