Put the slide into dad's stereopticon - and suddenly
Deep emotion springs from this life/Wells up insideKentucky? Minnesota? The gas station on the brow of the hill - rev the engine, there's a coffee waiting for me up there.
This soul that moves upon the face of our planet has been here before but it was not here before - it was a long, long way away.
It is only a skip of the needle on the arm of the record player from Bryan Ferry's Another Time, Another Place to You Are My Sunshine - and that same song takes me back to O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack and the bluegrass banjos and fiddles, the acoustic blues guitar and the worksongs of the chaingang is there - America, an America that's changed and gone forever like a child grown up to become a middle-aged man.
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery oh yeah*
This is deepest memory; where does it reside? In the bones? In the optic nerve? There are memories that can be recovered by thinking back to an event; there are memories that can be triggered by a smell or (as in this case) a sight; there are memories that spring into your consciousness unbidden.
Those moments when that 'time slide' happens fill me momentarily with a yearning to return and to relive them - a brief feeling that evaporates all too quickly, leaving a residue of hope - an expression of experiencing a continuity of consciousness that spans from one brief human lifetime into another, a stone skipping over the surface of eternity, bouncing forward until it sinks into Unity
This time three years ago:
Warsaw's craft ale revolution kicks off
This time five years ago:
Poland's president inaugurates Moni's academic year
This time seven years ago:
Autumn evening, central Warsaw
This time eight years ago:
Short-term future of suburban development
This time nine years ago:
"You'll look funny when you're fifty"
* Big Audio Dynamite, E=MC2, 1986.