Sunday, August 28, 2011

feet, flying, screaming


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This morning outside our bedroom window the single bladed seeds of the lime tree fly past, almost horizontally. Evolution has engineered  them to do so. I have always loved things that fly and always wanted to be able to take off, without paraphernalia or energy-demanding equipment. Just to fly like a bird or a seed. The September issue of the  National Geographic magazine records attempt by humans to fly, so far unsuccessfully, under their own steam. Will it ever happen?

In The Grove this afternoon  children scream. But why scream? They can shout or yell. But screaming seems nowadays to be part of a ritual. Why, above all, to teenage girls scream at the least opportunity. Is it because consciously or subconsciously, they believe that it enhances their femininity? I've no objection. I would just like to know. In my belief it started with The Beatles at whose concerts girls made an art of screaming

2 comments:

CC said...

Uh, before the Beatles was Frank Sinatra...
and before him........

Barrett Bonden said...

Gliding is a partial step towards the state you admire since height can be gained and flight sustained. There is by the way a further incidental pleasure to gliding; I once sat at the front end of a grass strip on which gliders were landing. The passage of air over their surfaces produced almost a roar which was far from unpleasant - a sound that was part of a natural process, quite unlike the labours of an IC or jet engine.