Thursday, August 27, 2009

More Old Time and The Unfinished Angel

This is another old clock I discovered in this cottage we're staying in, in Surrey, England. It has its own special niche, and at first I thought it was a non-working clock, but then discovered two keys tucked beneath it.  It has a gentle tick-tock and a sweet, soft-pitched chime.

Now this one, too, gets wound each morning to start the day. It makes me wonder about who else wound this clock and what other time(s) it marked, and I had the illusion that if it sat for some time, unwound, time could/would stop.

I also was reminded of a chapter in the upcoming The Unfinished Angel, "What is Time?" Here is a passage from that chapter (the odd spelling and grammar are not mistakes; this is the way the Angel speaks):

Peoples, why are they so compelsive, no, what is the word, propulsive, no, obsessive, yes, obsessive! Why they are so obsessive about time, and why they think it is like a cake you can divide into pieces, why? Why they have to have seconds, pinutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, sentries, on and on, tick-tick, whoosh there goes two seconds, whoosh, two more. What, they are thinking time is going somewhere? Where it is going, I ask you, where?

Listen. You hear any ticking? No. You hear just the world being the world. You see any clocks in the sky? You see calendars on the trees?


  1. I love this entry. And this question of time. Why indeed are we so obsessed with it. With ordering it. With using it. With wasting it. With losing it. With finding it again.

  2. Sharon, thank you for visiting and leaving such a kind comment..! I'm touched--and I must confess that I am also a little bit starstruck. :) What a peaceful, quiet place your blog is; I find that it can be such a welcome pause in this crazy world of blogs to stop at a place like yours... So for that, too, I thank you.

    Unfinished Angel looks like a beautiful story, and I love that the Angel speaks in a dialogue all of its own (and that it must sound a little bit different in everyone's head). I hear the unexpected clarity of a child, the pragmatic common sense of a foreigner, the frustration of a very old person, and the vantage point of someone perhaps altogether otherwordly... I am completely charmed by this Angel of yours, and look forward to reading more. Thanks again.