Thanks for the info.
It has been ages since I read that piece.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 05.24.03 11:06:10 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Hello Ryfkah.
The title and the pome are to do with Ariel's song in The Tempest (as Arthur
sussed) :
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them, - ding-dong bell.
After the song Ferdinand says 'The ditty does remember my drown'd father: -
This is no mortal business, nor no sound that the earth owes: - I hear it now
above me.'
So I was thinking about my mother and how she lingers in the kitchen and
thought I'd have a fiddle with foods and herbs: rosemary for memory (think
that's
in Hamlet), pine nuts etc. I'm trying to make it work with sounds and images
rather than making sense. Well, that's the idea LOL:-)
bw
christina
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