Photo:
Peacock-statue on his socle and with wedding dress!
Hindu saying: "A peakock has the feathers of a angel, the voice of the devil and the walk of a thief"
in (The Element Encyclopedia Of Magical Creatures), John and Caitlín Matthews, 2005
Flannery O'Connor(1925-1964)
"The peacock stopped just behind her, his tail--glittering green-gold and blue in the sunlight--lifted just enough so that it would not touch the ground. It flowed out on either side like a floating train and his head on the long blue reed-like neck was drawn back as if his attention were fixed in the distance on something no one else could see....
"What a beauti-ful birrrrd!" the priest murmured.
"Another mouth to feed," Mrs. McIntyre said, glancing in the peafowl's direction.
"And when does he raise his splendid tail?" asked the priest.
"Just when it suits him," she said. "There used to be twenty or thirty of those things on the place but I've let them die off. I don't like to hear them scream in the middle of the night."
"So beauti-ful," the priest said. "A tail full of suns," and he crept forward on tiptoe and looked down on the bird's back where the polished gold and green design began. The peacock stood still as if he had just come down from some sun-drenched height to be a vision for them all...."
Flannery O'Connor, The Displaced Person
"The priest let his eyes wander toward the birds. They had reached the middle of the lawn. The cock stopped suddenly and curving his neck backwards, he raised his tail and spread it with a shimmering timbrous noise. Tiers of small pregnant suns floated in a green-gold haze over his head. The priest stood transfixed, his jaw slack. Mrs. McIntyre wondered where she had ever seen such an idiotic old man. “Christ will come like that!” he said in a loud gay voice and wiped his hand over his mouth and stood there, gaping...."
Flannery O'Connor, The Displaced Person
“To the melancholy this sound is melancholy and to the hysterical it is hysterical. To me it has always sounded like a cheer for an invisible parade.”
“When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but the peacock will continue to turn so that no front view is possible. The thing to do then is to stand still and wait until it pleases him to turn. When it suits him, the peacock will face you. Then you will see in a green-bronze arch around him a galaxy of gazing, haloed suns.”
Flannery O'Connor, The King of the Birds, in Mystery and Manners, Occasional Prose
"I do not like to let my thoughts linger in morbid channels but there are times when such facts as the price of wire fencing and the price of Startena and the yearly gain in peafowl all run uncontrolled through my head. Lately I have had a recurrent dream: I am five years old and a peacock. A photographer has been sent from New York and a long table is laid in celebration. The meal is to be an exceptional one: myself. I scream, “Help! Help !” and awaken. Then from the pond and the barn and the trees around the house, I hear that chorus of jubilation begin:
Lee-yon lee-yon,
Mee-yon mee-yon!
Eee-e-yoy eee-e-yoy!
Eee-e-yoy eee-e-yoy!
I intend to stand firm and let the peacocks multiply, for I am sure that, in the end, the last word will be theirs."
LIVING WITH A PEACOCK” BY FLANNERY O’CONNOR – SEPTEMBER 1961
Musics:
DOM LA NENA & DANÇAS OCULTAS - ELA
Live in Lisbon, December 2012
Cinema Sao Jorge.
www.dancasocultas.com
https://youtu.be/43zgEtEtaYY
Leonard Cohen - Bird On The Wire, amazing live version
https://youtu.be/boMZEe9v_SA
Peacock-statue on his socle and with wedding dress!
Hindu saying: "A peakock has the feathers of a angel, the voice of the devil and the walk of a thief"
in (The Element Encyclopedia Of Magical Creatures), John and Caitlín Matthews, 2005
Flannery O'Connor(1925-1964)
"The peacock stopped just behind her, his tail--glittering green-gold and blue in the sunlight--lifted just enough so that it would not touch the ground. It flowed out on either side like a floating train and his head on the long blue reed-like neck was drawn back as if his attention were fixed in the distance on something no one else could see....
"What a beauti-ful birrrrd!" the priest murmured.
"Another mouth to feed," Mrs. McIntyre said, glancing in the peafowl's direction.
"And when does he raise his splendid tail?" asked the priest.
"Just when it suits him," she said. "There used to be twenty or thirty of those things on the place but I've let them die off. I don't like to hear them scream in the middle of the night."
"So beauti-ful," the priest said. "A tail full of suns," and he crept forward on tiptoe and looked down on the bird's back where the polished gold and green design began. The peacock stood still as if he had just come down from some sun-drenched height to be a vision for them all...."
Flannery O'Connor, The Displaced Person
"The priest let his eyes wander toward the birds. They had reached the middle of the lawn. The cock stopped suddenly and curving his neck backwards, he raised his tail and spread it with a shimmering timbrous noise. Tiers of small pregnant suns floated in a green-gold haze over his head. The priest stood transfixed, his jaw slack. Mrs. McIntyre wondered where she had ever seen such an idiotic old man. “Christ will come like that!” he said in a loud gay voice and wiped his hand over his mouth and stood there, gaping...."
Flannery O'Connor, The Displaced Person
“To the melancholy this sound is melancholy and to the hysterical it is hysterical. To me it has always sounded like a cheer for an invisible parade.”
“When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but the peacock will continue to turn so that no front view is possible. The thing to do then is to stand still and wait until it pleases him to turn. When it suits him, the peacock will face you. Then you will see in a green-bronze arch around him a galaxy of gazing, haloed suns.”
Flannery O'Connor, The King of the Birds, in Mystery and Manners, Occasional Prose
"I do not like to let my thoughts linger in morbid channels but there are times when such facts as the price of wire fencing and the price of Startena and the yearly gain in peafowl all run uncontrolled through my head. Lately I have had a recurrent dream: I am five years old and a peacock. A photographer has been sent from New York and a long table is laid in celebration. The meal is to be an exceptional one: myself. I scream, “Help! Help !” and awaken. Then from the pond and the barn and the trees around the house, I hear that chorus of jubilation begin:
Lee-yon lee-yon,
Mee-yon mee-yon!
Eee-e-yoy eee-e-yoy!
Eee-e-yoy eee-e-yoy!
I intend to stand firm and let the peacocks multiply, for I am sure that, in the end, the last word will be theirs."
LIVING WITH A PEACOCK” BY FLANNERY O’CONNOR – SEPTEMBER 1961
Musics:
DOM LA NENA & DANÇAS OCULTAS - ELA
Live in Lisbon, December 2012
Cinema Sao Jorge.
www.dancasocultas.com
https://youtu.be/43zgEtEtaYY
Leonard Cohen - Bird On The Wire, amazing live version
https://youtu.be/boMZEe9v_SA
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