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Ypache Tsuga
Here, she is sitting on a fence post in front of a beech tree in the garden...She may well be contemplating her name.
Eliot says cats must have three names. Ypache has two. However, I often call her Ypache McClatchey; well, she IS Scottish, after all.
Her middle name is a nod to her mother, Aspyn, named after a beautiful willow tree and, as we had just returned from a road trip from California, through Oregon to Washington, I decided to use the western hemlock or Tsuga.
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
iPad “noir” function.
“When you notice a cat in profound meditation
The reason, I tell you, is always the same
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name
His ineffable, effable, effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
Name, name, name, name, name, name.”
TS Eliot - ‘The Naming of Cats’
The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
«…
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name. »
«…
Si un gato ves en meditación,
el motivo nunca te asombre.
Su mente está en contemplación
de la Idea Una de su nombre.
Su inefable, efable,
efainefable,
único, oscuro, inescrutable Nombre. »
The Naming of Cats, de T. S. Eliot —traducción de R. Ortiz, en El libro de los gatos habilidosos del Viejo Possum—, un libro de poemas, dirigido al público infantil, donde los gatos se constituyen en reflejos de las tipologías humanas. Sobre este libro se basaría el musical Cats, y este es el fragmento final del poema que lo abre.
«…
Quand vous voyez un chat plongé dans ses « pensées »,
La raison, c’est bien simple, est sa quête insondable :
Il s’adonne en esprit au plaisir de songer
À l’image de l’idée de la pensée sans fond
De son nom ineffable, ineffable et affable,
Son indicible et profond et singulier Nom. »
Comment appeler son chat, d’après T.S. Eliot
.................
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
T.S. Eliot
How can it be permissible
She compromise my principle, yeah yeah
That kind of love is mythical
She's anything but typical
She's a craze you'd endorse, she's a powerful force
You're obliged to conform when there's no other course
She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible, Simply irresistible
Her loving is so powerful, huh
It's simply unavoidable
The trend is irreversible
The woman is invincible
She's a natural law, and she leaves me in awe
She deserves the applause, I surrender because
She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible, Simply irresistible
Simply irresistible (She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went)
Simply irresistible (She's all mine, there's no other way to go)
She's unavoidable, I'm backed against the wall
She gives me feelings like I never felt before
I'm breaking promises, she's breaking every law
She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible . She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went
Simply irresistible She's all mine, there's no other way to go
Her methods are inscrutable
The proof is irrefutable, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
She's so completely kissable, huh
Our lives are indivisible
She's a craze you'd endorse, she's a powerful force
You're obliged to conform when there's no other course
She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible (She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went)
Simply irresistible (She's all mine, there's no other way to go)
Simply irresistible (She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went)
Simply irresistible (She's all mine, there's no other way to go)
Macro Mondays, theme: Ceramic
For an image with scale, see here: www.flickr.com/gp/kuriyan/Ep300t
16 image focus stack using Helicon Focus.
"Cats must have three names -- an everyday name, such as Peter; a more particular, dignified name, such as Quaxo, Bombalurina, or Jellylorum; and, thirdly, the name the cat thinks up for himself, his deep and inscrutable singular Name." -- T. S. Eliot
This is Winter (his everyday name, after the season and Johnny). His "dignified" name is MonkeyPony (not to be confused with Moneypenny) after his vocalizations while he gallops (he's large) through the house. And he has yet to reveal his inscrutable Name because, well, he’s inscrutable.
I visited the amazing Arranmore sim: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Aridia/63/131/23. I saw the gargoyle, hearse and the man with the top hat and my heart beat faster! The first story that popped into my head was a young widow in an arranged marriage on the way to the grave side of her spouse. Maybe she is not so torn up after all >>. I was trying to produce a semi-inscrutable Mona Lisa smile. Vintage outfit including hat from Belle Epoque.
Shot in Black Dragon
Pose created in AnyPose
Face pose using LeLutka HUD
Skin by Deetalez
Genus head
Sick transit
Stubborn ghosts, shy to the point of evaporation, propelled by the merciless invasion of light to their inescapable fate, a lamentable state of affairs comfortingly derided by the remnant of the red jeans alone.
*
Shortest curve
We wonder what kind of desperate determination can drive this existential march from nothing to nowhere in the midst of such painfully vivid clarity?
//These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.//
The salvia "cherry lips" in the garden is on its last legs and we're due a full day of heavy rain tomorrow so before they have the stuffing knocked out of them further I thought I'd cut some of the remaining flowers and take a photo of them together in a small vase. What an inscrutable bunch they look! :-))
This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more.
~ Thomas Dekker
{sorry to be inactive Flickr friends -- still recovering}
Exiles
Kneel deep in the stream
to hunt crawdads
where honey brown water
glissandos
over pebbles
and sunlight
trickles through maple branches
like syrup. What light!
How I wish to sponge it
onto a brush as a painter.
A crab: pinchers, antenna, legs,
two black prong eyes,
its sudden exile into air,
blind and upended by some inscrutable force,
so unlike the white butterfly
which flickers past with its cargo
of nectars. Where do
the thousand fluttering leaves
of remorse settle? And who,
if not these sparrows,
will chide us for transgressing?
This moment seems chilled by a cloud.
Let us poke the squirming fellow
with a stick to see if he will pinch it
and hold on
for dear life.
--Miguel deO
My imagined machinations of a Lion's mind!!!
African Lion Lorenzo photographed at Wolds wildlife park.
Beginning five years after the events of Return of the Jedi (1983) and the fall of the Galactic Empire in the movie series Star Wars, The Mandalorian follows Din Djarin, a lone Mandalorian bounty hunter in the outer reaches of the galaxy. He is hired by remnant Imperial forces to retrieve the child Grogu, but instead goes on the run to protect the infant. While looking to reunite Grogu with his kind, they are pursued by Moff Gideon, who wants to use Grogu's connection to the Force.
Catch phrases are important in the Star Wars universe, and The Mandalorian is no exception. In the third episode of the show's first season, viewers are introduced to the overarching way the Mandalorian creed lives, and the code they live their life by. That code is summed up in one simple phrase: "This is the way."
Using obvious context, it would seem that "This is the way," is yet another ever-important Star Wars mantra, similar to the way that everyone knew and would say "May the Force Be With You," or how The Mandalorian's new buddy Kuiil loves to conclude his sentences with the inscrutable "I have spoken." You might also remember "I'm one with the force, the force is with me" from Rogue One. It's a franchise, clearly, that knows the value in repeated phrases—and ones that will stick with you, at that.
From Men's Health.
The main theme: youtu.be/62x19Bepc5s
January and February can be tough times for a wildlife photographer on the northern prairie. The recent Polar Vortex stalled over most of Canada and kept most critters - including the human ones - lying low. One day prior to the deep freeze, I took a drive to see if anything was happening. Flat light: white sky, white snow. This would be a challenge. There's a big national park nearby, but I can't go there on every outing or I'll get stale. There is nothing worse than a stale photographer. It's just awful when brittle old fingers start to snap off. And so, off I went, heading west, toward Climax, which is always a worthy goal and a cool destination.
And... instant reward! Ten minutes out of Val Marie, my home base, I spotted this Great Horned Owl. It had spotted me, too - there's no place to hide out there - but for unknown reasons decided not to fly away. Owls are inscrutable.
That isn't a tilted horizon in the background, btw; it's the slope of a gentle, rolling hill on the other side of a frozen, snow covered pond. It was an auspicious start. Stay tuned over the next few days to see what else I found to photograph along the road to Climax.
Photographed near Val Marie, nowhere near Climax, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2021 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
“The contemplative life is not, and cannot be, a mere withdrawal, a pure negation, a turning of one’s back on the world with its sufferings, its crises, its confusions and its errors. ... The freedom of the Christian contemplative is not freedom from time, but freedom in time. It is the freedom to go out and meet God in the inscrutable mystery of God’s will here and now, in this precise moment in which God asks humanity’s cooperation in shaping the course of history according to the demands of divine truth, mercy and fidelity.”
-Thomas Merton
“The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.”
― T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats
Taken at Alpha.tribe alphatribe
"This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it."
Thomas Carlyle
Not only do the soft puff balls of Dandelion seed heads grant wishes, but they are also highly skilled at catching bits of rain.
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
[T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats]
Our 7 month old great-grand-kitty visited... Leonard the Conqueror
but I can't vouch for the rest of her ;-)
Oscar Levant
HBW!! Ukraine Matters! Resist the Disgraceful Orange Putin Puppet!
prunus mume, 'Omoi-no-mama', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
I was down by our stream with my camera, thinking about Crazy Tuesday's challenge of 'water' this week when I had a feeling of being watched.
Looking down, I saw him: Mr Maine Coon, a faithful visitor to our garden, his inscrutable gaze trained on me.
So I took his photo....
When your head leans back slowly, and gazing eyes
Muse earnest upon mine and starry swim
With depths unfathomed that still well and rise,
And the words fail, and sight with love grows dim,
Whence comes that almost sadness, almost wound
Of joy, whose thoughts sink like the wearied flight
Of birds on seas, lost in love's deeps profound,
Inscrutable as odours blown through night?
We know not: and we know not whence love rose
Pouring its beauty over us, as the moon
On this dim garden rises, and none knows
Where she was wandering, those blind nights of June.
Hush, hush, the mystery of life is here:
Our sacred joy kisses our sacred fear.
“Dread is an expression of our insecurity in this earthly life, a realization that we are never and can never be completely “sure” in the sense of possessing a definitive and established spiritual status. It means that we cannot any longer hope in ourselves, in our wisdom, our virtues, our fidelity. We see too clearly that all that is “ours” is nothing, and can completely fail us. In other words, we no longer rely on what we “have,” what has been given by our past, what has been required. We are open to God and to his mercy in the inscrutable future and our trust is entirely in his grace, which will support our liberty in the emptiness where we will confront unforeseen decisions. Only when we have descended in dread to the center of our own nothingness, by His grace and His guidance, can we be led by Him, in His own time, to find Him in losing ourselves.”
- Thomas Merton from The Climate of Monastic Prayer
"This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical, and more to whosoever will think of it." - Thomas Carlyle
This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.
~ Thomas Carlyle
Explored at # 150, Dec. 3, 2015 -- The inscrutable Interestingness Algorithm strikes again, for which I say thanks and sacrifice a tofurkey to the Flickr daemon.
Or Max the comfy. He deserves it: He lost part of an ear in a fight. Thankfully, his life is now more peaceful. Max is a Mackerel Tabby.
I was sitting inside, reading. I suddenly noticed him outside, perfectly still, gazing at me through a window. Inscrutable.
We do not owe our ultimate question to stumbling in a mist of ignorance upon a wall of inscrutable riddles. We do not ask because of our being poor in spirit and bereft of knowledge; we ask because we sense a spirit which surpasses our ability to comprehend it. We owe our question not to something less but to something which is more than the known. We ask because the world is too much for us, because the known is crammed with marvel, because the world is replete with what is more than the world as we understand it.
The question about God is not a question about all things, but a question of all things; not an inquiry into the unknown but an inquiry into that which all things stand for; a question we ask for all things. It is phrased not in categories of reason but in acts in which we are astir beyond words. The mind does not know how to phrase it, yet the soul sighs it, sings it, pleads it.
-Thunder in the Soul To Be Known by God, Abraham Joshua Heschel
"When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name."
The Naming Of Cats
T S Elliot
(No longer present at Storybrook gardens.)
A religious vocation is not like a job application or a personal assessment. It is an unmerited, pure gift of grace. It is a “call,” because the grace of God awakens within unannounced, like a high-pitched alarm clock (at least in my experience), blaring when you least expect it. It is an invasion, an interruption if not outright intrusion of grace, and it does not allow you to go back to rest in your former life without either forgetting what you heard or responding to the gift. I vacillated each day between wanting to forget the call and wondering how to respond to the gift. The thought of being a nun scared me. Who would want to wear black Oxford shoes for the rest of her life? Or a long, polyester skirt? Or a black veil for that matter? The impending threat of looking pious for the rest of my life was frightening; yet, the deep inner presence of God drew me like an exotic aroma of spices. I lived between the inner world of God's alluring love and the outer world of adolescent changes. In this wavering life, I learned my first lesson: God is irresistible and unyielding in love. God has infinite patience; God is a jealous lover. God will pursue the soul relentlessly and never gives up because there is nothing to give up: “I have loved you with an everlasting love,” the prophet Jeremiah wrote (Jer 31:3). From all eternity God loves this particular life in this particular way for reasons hidden in the inscrutable heart of God.
-Birth of a Dancing Star From Cradle Catholic to Cyborg Christian, Ilia Delio, OSF
Listen to: The Naming Of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
“An infinite, inscrutable blackness has annihilated sight! Where is our universe? All crumbled away from us; and we, adrift in chaos, may hearken to the gusts of homeless wind, that go sighing and murmuring about in quest of what was once a world!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The House of the Seven Gables
Thank you so much for your visit!
Please take a minute to press L and view in large!
The war wind fails. A gray cloud trails
Over the sodden plain.
Swift and bright, the arrowy light
Smites the rear of the Rain in flight!
And lo, on high, spanning the sky,
The arch of a Victor's might!
Nothing is heard ... Hark! — a bird
Calls from a green-gloomed, dripping cover!
Surely wrath rode not in the blast,
But some inscrutable Lover passed,
Aflame with the lust of the Dew for the Dust
Taken from Prairie Storm Rune by John Gneisenau Neihardt