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Mondays With Muddy

09 Monday Jan 2017

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This is the next excerpt from Beatrice Allen Page’s unpublished manuscript, Landscape With Figures:

“Some time in the small hours of the night I woke up from a deep sleep. Through the windows, which I always leave with the shades up, I could see a star-filled sky. On an impulse I got up, flung on a robe and slippers and walked down to the middle of the field, where I could get an unobstructed view. It was one of those nights when the stars are exceptionally bright, and there was no sound except the gentle swash of waves on the shore, a whisper of wind, and the incessant fiddling of the field crickets.

I thought of the Psalmist, wakeful at night, burdened with the cares of a kingdom, weary from battle, stepping out of his tent, looking up at the sky, and suddenly released and awed: ‘When I consider thy heavens…the moon and the stars…’ I thought of the Babylonians studying the stars to learn their destiny, and the ancient Greeks immortalizing their mythological heroes in them. I thought of the Mayans keeping watch in their observatories to make their extraordinary calculations. I thought of all the unknown millions of men and women who have stood even as I, down through the centuries, gazing at the panorama of stars, listening to the thundering silence beyond the stars, and feeling a mingling of exaltation and fear. And I was glad of those lowly little crickets whose chirping kept the silence and infinitude from being overwhelming.

It was on just such a night of brilliant stars that I used to imagine the word of the Lord coming unto the prophets. I visualized them standing alone in a boundless open space, on top of a mountain or by the sea or most often in the middle of a vast plain, and out of that silent immensity came the revelation. It began perhaps with a shiver down the spine, then visions and words welling up in their minds, and lastly a compelling urge toward utterance.

Last night I wondered if in those awesome moments they, too, were not grateful for the small, humble, down-to-earth crickets making a joyful noise unto the Lord.”

 

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Mondays With Muddy

15 Monday Aug 2016

Posted by emilypageart in MOndays with Muddy, music, Uncategorized

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For anyone new to the blog, every Monday, I post an excerpt from a manuscript that my grandmother, who I called Muddy, left me when she died. She was a published author and poet, but was unable to get this manuscript published because it wasn’t “commercial enough.” I’ve been posting a bit of it each week so that it can finally be out there for the world to read. So, here is the next installment of Beatrice Allen Page’s unpublished manuscript, Landscape with Figures:

“Walked up to the top of the hill overlooking the harbor early this morning. The cumbersome dredger, squat and ugly as a sculpin, that has been deepening the harbor was being ignominiously towed away by a little boat not even half its size, like a dead moth being dragged off by an ant.

The little sailboats swung gently at their moorings and the sun sent dazzling streaks of light gliding up and down their varnished masts. Made me think of those toys we used to have: little monkeys that shinnied up sticks and slid down again.

So many of these August days begin this way in almost utter calm with the ocean smooth and shiny as pale blue satin. I’ve learned, though, that these serene mornings usually develop a predictable pattern. After awhile you notice the water is no longer sleek but has become slightly wimpled and there is a mild stirring and rustling in the trees. The breeze will gradually develop more confidence in its own strength until by mid-afternoon it will be teasing the pines, playfully stroking their needles the wrong way so that you almost expect to see sparks fly out. It will rough up the sea with whitecaps, and when the boats come past the Point, their sails will be laid slantwise.

If you walk along the harbor road facing into the sun and with the wind behind you, the long green ribbons of beach grass become disembodied: all you can see are millions of slivers of light rippling off into the distance.

The wind usually dies down about the same time the sun goes down, and the night becomes tranquil with hardly more than the hint of a breeze. Last evening I walked up the road a little way before going to bed. The crickets were fiddling away to a fare-thee-well on either side of the road. They sounded as if they were all playing together, perfectly synchronized in a trochaic meter like Pe-ter-Pe-ter-Pump-kin-eat-er.

There was one exception, however, who just couldn’t get with it. He never quite got the beat. After several attempts he gave up and fell silent. He was not a member of either group; he was along, somewhere very close to where I was standing. Had he been ostracized for ruining the ensemble, I wonder? Or had he chosen to remain aloof, perhaps in his pride looking upon himself as a soloist, and then to his humiliation found out he wasn’t that good? And had he then come to the resentful decision that if he couldn’t fiddle better and louder than anyone, he wouldn’t fiddle at all?”

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