"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Friday, March 9, 2012
Fantasia
The solar flare did not disrupt airplane travel or satellite communication, but it did create enough gravitational pull to allow our broom to stand up on its own. I missed seeing the real thing, had to content myself with this photo that my family took yesterday mid-afternoon.
It brings to mind the movie "Fantasia," the dancing broom that Mickey used to help him fill the well. His broom becomes manic, demonic, as it spins and dances to the music of Dukas' "Sorcerer's Apprentice." I can hear the melody in my mind now, its accelerando and crescendo, its sense of abandonment, of spinning out of control.
Our broom didn't dance. But it did stand. That's "Fantasia" enough for me.