Monday, October 31, 2011
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Thursday, October 27, 2011
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
I don't like Mondays
I went to Possagno on a Monday, and it was shut. The next time I went, not on a Monday, I saw a note on the door of the Tempio Canoviano that gave the opening times. Half an hour after the doors should have opened I went to the Canova Museum (not a short walk) to ask why the Tempio was not open. The attendant told me that the times posted were the winter times, but they had not yet come into effect. You can find out all you need to know on-line, so I will say no more, other than don't believe the discovertreviso.com site that says the Tempio is open on Mondays.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Lonely Street

You might be a sweet-toned sure nuff high-class talker,
You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing.
But it don't do too much good to be talking,
Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody listening.
And if you are shy, just not much of a talker,
Don't impress the people that you meet.
You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely street.
Bill Withers
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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Saturday, October 08, 2011
Take another look
The first time ever I saw your faceI thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies, my love,
To the night and the empty skies.
Written by Ewan MacColl for his wife, Peggy Seeger
This may look like one of the Madonnas that I have shown you before, but you will see that there is no Child. Chapter 12 of The Revelation of St John the Divine begins,"And there appeared a great wonder in heaven, a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars." This woman is sometimes identified with Mary, the mother of Jesus. Some of the stars have fallen from the ring above her head. She is also trampling some sort of monster - a dragon or serpent - beneath her feet. Lots of symbolism here. The figure of Mary on top of the Salute also has a ring of twelve stars around her head and the moon beneath her feet.
It is probably a coincidence that there are seven stars on the ring and that Dante Gabriel Rossetti wrote a poem called The Blessed Damozel with the line: "And the stars in her hair were seven."
To find her, look east from where Katharine Hepburn fell into a canal.




























