a song on the end of the world

[incandescens]

I have had a guiltily lazy day today, but to be fair, I honestly was tired. Let's hope for more enthusiasm and energy tomorrow.

Am currently sorting through my yarn supplies, trying to put what I have onto a spreadsheet, and to sort out stuff which I bought in moments of madness (I have far too many moments of madness) and which I am really never going to use, and which might as well go to charity. Though since I have a friend visiting this coming weekend who also knits, I may hold it till she gets here, and let her decide if she's interested in any of it.

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A Song on the End of the World

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

-- Czeslaw Milosz

Comments

[archangelbeth]

Make a giant throw-quilt for your bed! Just knit in large chunks, make sure they have similar wash/dry directions for the various yarns, and tada!

*grin*

[incandescens]

Yes, but I'd want to use _nice_ yarns for that . . . and these are mostly less-nice yarns that I bought in the first rapture of getting into knitting, on seeing them cheap or in charity shops. I am working on a blanket (or two), but those will be made of yarns I like and enjoy handling and am happy to see day after day!

(Or so I tell myself.)

[sho-sunaga.livejournal.com]

I envy your talent in knitting....!!
Anyway your title and the song got my head repeating "it's the end of the world as we know it..." and cannot get rid of it..

[incandescens]

Sorry about that!

Knitting is really easy, honestly. Lots of fun.

[sho-sunaga.livejournal.com]

you know what? that reminded me my shameful otome-like past. oh god, i think i remember knitting a scarf for a boy i had a crush on for valentine's day. just like a shojo manga. well, my kokuhaku did not go well. the teenage angst! probably the reason why i buried that memory!

[incandescens]

Awwwww!

[archangelbeth]

Hmmm. Make blankets to donate to charity? >_>
Or scarves/mittens?

[incandescens]

Look at it this way - by donating the yarn to charity, I'm giving someone else the chance to knit with it.

(Besides, to be honest, it's the cheap nasty yarn I'm disposing of, not the nice stuff.)

[archangelbeth]

Hmmm. I suppose that's true. I'm just naturally draconic and hoarding...

Dragons who hoard yarn must be very careful about sneezing!

[incandescens]

I am draconic and hoarding myself. However, it has been over a year since I started, and I need to organise a bit . . . consider this the moment when I dispose of some of my copper pieces, while reorganising the gold ones. ;)

Now I'm imagining a knitting dragon. Or a dragon who has his princess(es) knit for him. "I've bought you some more angora, in purple and blue . . ."

[archangelbeth]

**giggle**

Do any of your Library dragons knit? Are there any glorious old matrons whose shining fingers move with the thread meekly quivering beneath them, and a constant soft ticking underlying their quiet, terrible voices as they speak of tea, and polite society, and the abhorrence of rude people who sneak into their libraries?

[incandescens]

ooooooooooooooooooo.

(makes note)

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Yum....

[liralen.livejournal.com]

... and that silly Rumple-thingy spinning flax into gold in the corner of the cave.

Now I'm imagining dragon claws as knitting needles... or lances used for knitting gold together into a glittering lace of a stole for a dragon.

[incandescens]

Beaded with gems, naturally.

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Naturally.

*laughter* You've just triggered my need to do some of that raw silk as lace weight and do bead work in it. *laughter*

[incandescens]

Whoopsie. :)

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on learning the art of destashing so soon in your knitting career!! It's quite the relief, once in a while, to just get rid of what I don't like anymore. *grin* The last time I did a big one, I got rid of nearly 50 pounds of fiber, yarns, and equipment. Now all I have left to get rid of is a four-harness loom. Yeesh...

How things hang onto their owners...

[incandescens]

Heh. I have to admit, it wasn't very _much_ destashing . . . and some of the smaller random bits went into a bag for "knit throw of mixed stuff all together and knot the ends to make fringes".

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Hey! You do what you can. :-)