to me, was born 29 April
in the Santa Ynez valley,
not far from the seaside
town where I summered as
a boy. Geordie helped me
to raise Robbie and Whit,
and then there was a gap
before Thorny. The first
such gap, between Geor-
die's whelping and join-
ing me on Russian Hill,
expired on Bastille Day,
serving notice of Cham-
pagne's continuing elo-
quence, while acquaint-
ing me with a maxim to
which I've ever since
gladly adhered: never
inflict a great vintage
upon a great occasion,
for nothing could be
more symmetrically su-
perfluous.
not far from the seaside
town where I summered as
a boy. Geordie helped me
to raise Robbie and Whit,
and then there was a gap
before Thorny. The first
such gap, between Geor-
die's whelping and join-
ing me on Russian Hill,
expired on Bastille Day,
serving notice of Cham-
pagne's continuing elo-
quence, while acquaint-
ing me with a maxim to
which I've ever since
gladly adhered: never
inflict a great vintage
upon a great occasion,
for nothing could be
more symmetrically su-
perfluous.
For those of us who find it useful
to make periodic audits of our lives,
it is probably common ground that we
soon discover that for the exercise
to be challenging does not necessarily
require it to be morbid; we also learn
that while there is real value in ask-
ing the question, 'Why am I doing this?'
there is not always a neat and comfor-
table answer; I don't think that matters.
Let no one think I am laying claim to
have done anything important. I am un-
wavering in my belief that [mine] is
essentially an ephemeral affair; frivol-
ous, even. That for me is part of its at-
traction and its romance .. closely bound
up with pleasure; both the giving and the
taking of pleasure.
rmbl, a project I do not think of as a blog, is a manifestation of a taste for the lark, which Jo-han Huizinga had the wit to historicise in Homo Ludens (1938), not the ideal year for promulgating the primacy of the spirit of play in culture. The lark is never afforded an inter-val, however; its char-acter is to interrupt.
I observe a timely interval
of comparative silence this
May, not that it's any more
possible to restrain Huizin-
ga's antic herald, than it
is to enhance his song with
Champagne. In his silence I
still don't doubt his trill.
Hugh Cavendish
A Time to Plant
Life and Gardening
at Holker
op. cit.
ii Photo Hedi Slimane
to make periodic audits of our lives,
it is probably common ground that we
soon discover that for the exercise
to be challenging does not necessarily
require it to be morbid; we also learn
that while there is real value in ask-
ing the question, 'Why am I doing this?'
there is not always a neat and comfor-
table answer; I don't think that matters.
Let no one think I am laying claim to
have done anything important. I am un-
wavering in my belief that [mine] is
essentially an ephemeral affair; frivol-
ous, even. That for me is part of its at-
traction and its romance .. closely bound
up with pleasure; both the giving and the
taking of pleasure.
I observe a timely interval
of comparative silence this
May, not that it's any more
possible to restrain Huizin-
ga's antic herald, than it
is to enhance his song with
Champagne. In his silence I
still don't doubt his trill.
Hugh Cavendish
A Time to Plant
Life and Gardening
at Holker
op. cit.
ii Photo Hedi Slimane
