I collect clocks, all vintage, most broken. They are my amulets against the inevitable race to the finish. With them, time stands still.
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But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by
calendars,
and each moment is a day. ~Benjamin Disraeli
Clocks and Spoons
by John Prine
Clocks and spoons, empty rooms
It's raining out tonight
What a way to end a day
By turning out the light
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm sending
Most of me to sunny countryside
Running through sky of blue
Rolling in the sun
Every day has a way
Of overflowing one
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm keeping
Most of me in sunny countryside
Don't know how I did that now
Wonder where it's gone
Must've spent the way I went
Waiting for the dawn
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming
Take me back to sunny countryside.
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5 comments:
This is great Susan. I'm a John Prine song singer from long ago. Your time pieces are lovely. Samantha
Oh darling I can soooo identify...if only we could wind those clocks back...just a tad...
ps loving your snow!
Samantha, I'm so happy you stopped by! You should check out this post: http://confessionsofasineater.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-clan-tartan-gordon-modern-photos.html, and this one: http://confessionsofasineater.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreaming-of-caledonia.html!
Chrisy, thanks to you for stopping by as well - your blog is such a treasure trove, I'm really pleased you came to visit mine! Isn't the snow fun? It's really all about the little things, isn't it...
xox,
Susan
Funny...it must be something hardwired into our genes. My personal and professional spaces are full of clocks....4 radio/alarms clocks, 4 bird clocks, and 2 anniversary clocks. You know whose fault that must be....:)
Marsha,
I can trace so many of our "preferences" back to Mother, and wonder how much further back it all really goes - did her her mother collect dishes, and clocks, and tiny treasures the way we do, or was she the first? Is she truly the wellspring for all our favorite things? Hard to imagine that being the case, isn't it?
xox,
Susan
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