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December 7, 2016 / philosophermouseofthehedge


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World in difference.©

All in the attitude. The interpretation.

Hair rising on back of neck – with desperate glances over the shoulder.

Or gratefully wrapping in it like a lush sable stole on a frigid night.

Depends as in the personal care aisle or depends on the cloaking while slipping away unnoticed.

Darkness a dangerous masking or welcomed cohort.

As with most things, all in the perspective. That the result of past encounters.

When actually dark is nothing – and everything.

Totally oblivious any encounter or its’ own power.

It is. That’s enough.

Bring your own baggage. It trains on without picking up on that.

Strangers passing in the night.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge




  1. pensitivity101 / Dec 7 2016 10:20 am

    I always loved this track and was most miffed when it wasn’t on the soundtrack of The Boat That Rocked, yet had been in the movie!


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Dec 7 2016 10:35 am

      Real musicians.
      I ran across this quote by Van Morrison after “Night” was released “Them were never meant to be on Top of the Pops, I mean miming? Lip syncing? We used to laugh at the programme, think it was a joke. Then we were on it ourselves. It was ridiculous. We were totally anti that type of thing. We were really into the blues…and we had to get into suits and have make-up put on and all that.” Music. Real. This tune always seem to whisper when I think of walking around in the dark.
      They grabbed something hauntingly universal and timeless with those notes. Thanks for singing along

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  2. memoirsofahusk / Dec 8 2016 7:36 am

    Ah Van the man. Yeah.
    Darkness, as you say, it depends. But early darkness of winter with blue skies, frost glorious sunsets and early rising moon as aperitifs… yeah. Sorry, that’s here, in last-week-frosty England. Warmer now, but not Texas warm!


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Dec 8 2016 9:30 am

      Oh, the thought of clear dark skies. Skies without light pollution…or clouds as we have had so much here. Nothing finer than winter’s silent dark. Although our plants are whining they want their overcoats against the frost and freezes that have arrive – but with warm-ups in between fronts. Thanks for adding a singing comment


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