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We drove east through the early morning and the traffic. As we passed by the dirt and the angels of downtown I made a mental visit to the Avila Adobe
I arrived in the land of the ‘master of the macabre’ quite by chance and without any roadmap whatsoever.
I discovered Wilfred Owen and his poem Dulce et Decorum Est as a school girl in an English classroom long ago on a sunny afternoon.
The shades of life’s colours as it paints its vanishing way around us have been much on my mind these days.
I’ve been thinking about East and West in this dream world of ours; about the fading cultural influence of the Classical and Christian traditions and of the space for Buddhism amidst such a forgetful time.
It’s so quiet. There’s something about a southern Californian afternoon that can catch you by surprise and have you almost falling through a space where time resonates at a different frequency altogether.
It’s been a quietly special time here in Los Angeles, punctuated yesterday by a trip to the movies to see A Complete Unknown.
There’s a Bob Dylan song that‘s been rolling along the tracks of my mind for some time. Even now, as I’m walking on a slowly sunny Los Angeles afternoon with the hound, I can hear it.
I’m always on the look out for resonances which return me to the truth of the dream-like nature of our experience. It’s why I love Inception, Christopher Nolan’s exquisite creation from 2010.
It began with Keats. Walking through the enchanted world of Ode to a Nightingale I left the beaten track, mesmerized by a summons from the favorite American writer of my youth.
I spent a hot and tired hour crawling through Sunday afternoon traffic on the 405 today and experienced one of those rare moments of musical transcendence when the world fades away.