Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Is It Only a Paper Moon?; or, Black and White Becomes You
I'm in love.
With a book.
With these initial pages, I was abjectly delighted, and totally, completely-swooning in love.
You can find out more about the book here.
And the fact that the author cites the glorious Le Voyage dans la lune as something that informed some aspects of the book makes me incredibly happy. It is that strange, ethereal, stop-motion-so-fast-image of that space-ship, that moon, that is one of the first visuals I ever remember being aware of seeing. I do not know in what context I saw it, only that I remember it: and in some fashion, that wavering, silvery surreal image has been informing my sensibilites ever since.
And while toodling on the site about the book linked above, I found that the author was also an enthusiast of Edison...well, I will let you discover your own happy thoughts should you go there, dear reader.
I will leave you with another link, and this one is especially for my paper-folding pals.
And how 'bout if we made this one for Swampy?
This one I've chosen for myself preparing to do the Ego-Eradicator posture in a certain kundalini kriya...or wait, how about this one: I'm just pretending that the caveman is a giant gulab jamun.
It's a beautiful, brilliant moon out tonight: same as it ever was.
I'll take my beauty when I find it, be it past or present.
I wish the same for you.
And if you can't see the moon from where you are, please click here.
(Just like a riff on a koan---we've avoided the middle-man!)
(or finger, pointing)