across the pond
Monday, September 20, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Aliens, Stonehenge, and Mass Transit
Saturday, I braved the British mass transit system and traveled by myself to Stonehenge. It about 110 miles each way and takes 3 hours by train. But, you can't just take one train. I had to first walk 3 miles to the train station, then board a train to London, King's Cross station (the site of the '05 bombings vaguely on my mind) then, take the Victoria line of the underground to Oxford Circus, then take the Bakerloo line underground to London's Waterloo train station where I caught a train to Sailsbury then a bus out to Stonehenge. The National line of the underground looked on the map as though it went straight through from King's Cross to Waterloo but, of course it doesn't. Why do they make maps like that anyway?
Stonehenge rises up out of the English countryside as the bus rounds a corner from a rural two lane road. Chills flew up my spine the first time I laid eyes on the rocks. The plain outside of Sailsbury is higher elevation and a bit cooler than in the town. The views are incredible. As you stand up on the plain with the monumental rocks, wheat fields and grazing sheep surround you. It's a great place to sit on the grass and just be, for awhile.
I asked the locals where were all the crop circles, this year? Apparently the last one's were in June. It seems that the aliens are disgusted with England's performance in the World Cup and haven't been back since. If I were an alien, I would pick the Wiltshire wheat fields as a medium for my yard art. They are incredibly beautiful and serene.
Stonehenge rises up out of the English countryside as the bus rounds a corner from a rural two lane road. Chills flew up my spine the first time I laid eyes on the rocks. The plain outside of Sailsbury is higher elevation and a bit cooler than in the town. The views are incredible. As you stand up on the plain with the monumental rocks, wheat fields and grazing sheep surround you. It's a great place to sit on the grass and just be, for awhile.
I asked the locals where were all the crop circles, this year? Apparently the last one's were in June. It seems that the aliens are disgusted with England's performance in the World Cup and haven't been back since. If I were an alien, I would pick the Wiltshire wheat fields as a medium for my yard art. They are incredibly beautiful and serene.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Trees are amazing! Maybe its because they're hundreds of years old, or maybe its because I haven't experienced a true forest in a long time, but I am completely memorized by the trees. They are the size of buildings. There is one tree in particular in front of Kings College, a horse-chestnut, that is so large that the branches have curled back down to the ground. It looks like arms reaching down to pick you up. Yesterday, I couldn't resist an ancient willow and climbed it up as far as I could. It practically bent down and picked me up. If there was one thing in Britain I could bring home, it would be these trees.
British Humor, Lectures, and the Nether-Eye
The Lectures have been fantastic in the tradition of the quirky imagination of the English. For example, I have heard talks on the act of walking as interpretation which included weird trees of London and graffiti as text, the nether-eye in "The Millers Tale," and the psychoanalytic process of transference in Anthony and Cleopatra (what is love anyway?). I had a flit of panic fly through my bones today in a lecture entitled "Making Sense of Poems" where it felt uncomfortably similar to Maja-Lisa'a advanced grammar class, but oh, oh, much more radical. No wonder there isn't an American equivalent to The Oxford English Grammar text.
Monday, July 12, 2010
That's King's College in the background.
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