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Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Side Door


Person with a migraine headache: photo by Sasha Woolf, 14 December 2008

While a few pertinent points have to be marked, the general impression I desire to convey is of a side door crashing open in life's full flight, and a rush of roaring black time drowning with its whipping wind the cry of lone disaster.

Vladimir Nabokov: from Lolita, 1955

Pacific Swirl: satellite photo of zone of low pressure approaching California coast, 4 June 2011
: photo by NASA


Emerson Drug Co. advertisement for Bromo-Seltzer
: Life, 2 August 1937 (Gallery of Graphic Design)




"a few pertinent points [DO] have to be marked" (that "Pacific Swirl" for instance, "low pressure approaching California coast"), so thanks. . . .


sunlit silver edge of cloud above still
black slope of ridge, crow above branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

works “mentioned in letters,”
account of those sent

makes the passing pass, “it
was,” there concealed

grey of clouds against invisible ridge,
shadowed green pine on tip of sandspit

Anonymous said...

Thanks for "opening up" that passage in Lolita, which I'd forgotten, but now remember clearly. It is remarkable.

TC said...

Mayhap we have each of us at one time or another (if not over and over) heard that crash, felt that rush, and uttered that futile cry into that oblivious whipping wind.

Robb said...



TC said...

That side door opened up again tonight, I think, and in blew a blast from Vladivostok. The bodqueen must be angry with us again.

In Australia, the climate change scientists are receiving death threats.