asakiyume: (glowing grass)
It's a beautiful weekend here, and it's the weekend of the town fair, and I've been taking so many pictures of so many things, but here are just a few.

First a question that popped into my head as I was admiring the hinges on this building at Cold Spring Orchard, when then my eyes fell on the lock.

Are you a hinge ...

hinge


or are you a lock?

locks

(Oooh, that binary thinking! How about neither/both? How about not-applicable/unsure? How about could you please rephrase the question? )

The next picture I include because I loved the absorption of this boy in his solitary play, creating earthworks at the feet of the draft horses:

solitary play in the company of others

And this one for the lace of autumn grasses:

autumn grasses
asakiyume: (man on wire)
I went to photograph the Band-aid from yesterday (which upon closer inspection may not be a Band-aid at all; so much for waxing lyrical). I went in a rain-snow drizzle, and on the way I found these hulking, shining, solid metaphors.

Side tracks and switch--do you want to change direction?

switch tracks

You may wish to switch tracks, but you probably don't want to be sidelined.

sidetracked
How long, how long must I wait here?

This isn't really a metaphor, but I like the promise of a golden west, here in the gloomy east. Not sure how trustworthy that promise is, though.

golden west service

PS--seems I've seen the same thing, had the same thought, and shared it here before--but at a better time of year (link)
asakiyume: (glowing grass)






Sounds like a line in a country song, but in fact it's a literal thing: here is indomitable Rosa multiflora, the rambling rose, coming up through the boardwalk over the marsh by our house.



Also coming up through and around the boardwalk are some boardwalk Virginia creeper, some boardwalk poison ivy, some boardwalk oriental bittersweet, some boardwalk Japanese knotweed, and some boardwalk brome grass.

Many thanks to Wakanomori for the photo of the boardwalk briar rose!
asakiyume: (miroku)






You've probably heard this before: I came across it in A Wind in the Door.

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.



(source)

I had some thoughts.

1. First, the progression is important here. Sometimes a seemingly insignificant item has a giant effect right away, with no intermediary steps--for example, a peanut would, if Serena Williams happened to eat it. (Serena Williams is allergic to peanuts. I Googled "famous people allergic to peanuts" to finish this example. The Internet is wonderful.) So the point the saying is trying to get across isn't merely that seemingly insignificant things can play dramatic roles. It's a more Butterfly-effect statement: a tiny mishap at one end of the chain causes a huge mishap at the other end.

No peanuts, Serena!

(source)


2. The fact that the horseshoe nail played such a crucial role had a whole lot to do with the fact that the nail was in the shoe of a horse being ridden by a messenger to a battle. Horseshoe nails get lost all the time without having dire consequences. This seems like a really Scrooge-ish thing for me to say; it seems as if I'm stomping all over the message of the saying as it was used in A Wind in the Door, which was to say, "No one is insignificant; your role in the universe is important." I'm not, though: I agree with both those statements, resoundingly. What I'm criticizing the metaphor as a vehicle for conveying that message--because, as I say, not all nails are in the shoes of a warhorse carrying a mission-critical messenger. That nail was important in that way, but what about all the rest of us nails? There are three directions we can go:

3a. "They also serve who only stand and wait." This direction asks us to consider what it means for a life to be of consequence. It's not all about the battles! It's also about churning the butter--or about recording the rate of glacial melting, or about saying something friendly to the kid sitting by himself, staring blankly at the wall while his classmates goof off and have fun. Or about standing and waiting. When people resist this direction, sometimes it's that they don't value these other things, but often it's that they don't want to be denied access to traditional realms of glory, and I totally get that.

John Milton standing and waiting

(source)


3b. The Butterfly Effect again, but more roundabout than the messenger's horse going lame because it lost a shoe. Each of us, in our humble nail-ness, may have dramatic effects on events, but in ways that not at all apparent or predictable. You make a joke to your co-worker at the café; a customer overhears it and thinks it's funny; he tells it to his boss, who tells it to her boss, who, spirits lifted by the well-timed humor, goes into highly sensitive diplomatic negotiations in a better frame of mind. Even that's too linear, but you get the idea.

What natural disasters have you caused today, butterfly?
IMG_6064
(source is [livejournal.com profile] deponti's Flickr, here)


3c. Inherent worth, apart from actions or consequences. This says that nails are a wonder just in their nail-ness, regardless of whether they're holding horse shoes on or hanging pictures to a wall. You are, so you have worth, period.


(source)


All three of these things are true, but all three of them are dissatisfying for various reasons. And yet true. For that matter, "For want of a nail" is true too--it just has its limitations if you go teasing it and pulling at its threads. It's almost as if this stuff is complicated and no one formulation is completely satisfying, and yet each has something powerful to say. Hmmmm.


an entry

Mar. 17th, 2010 05:13 am
asakiyume: (snow bunting)
from A Literal Guide to Metaphorical Sayings

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”

In the bush, two birds
voices like twin flutes
wings golden
marks on their breasts like crimson hearts
legendary
beautiful
out of reach.
In the hand, a bird
brown barred and white
trembling, warm
heart beating faster than a stopwatch
real
present
a miracle.





asakiyume: (shaft of light)
Wearing your moss-green cloak...

moss green cloak

...sit down to dine at the stone table with the moss tablecloth

stone table, moss tablecloth


Last night, as I was falling asleep, a book title came to me, and I managed to say it out loud to [livejournal.com profile] wakanomori, who copied it down for me. Otherwise, it would have been lost forever. The title is A Literal Guide to Metaphorical Sayings

...I'm not writing that book, but someday I may consult it.


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