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Maybe I should've worried about this at some point within the last five years, but it turns out I needn't have: apart from my own scribblings, The Slow Palace appears only three times on the web, per Google:
1) In this rather impenetrable painting from 1950, Arrival of the Slow Palace.
2) In an auspicious — possibly eerily auspicious — series of Markov chains based on chapter 15 of Gibbon's Rise and Fall:
3) And in a line from a very lovely poem out of a 2001 collection:
I took a week off from writing, to get my bearings again. I needed perspective. The stress of the house search, I think, prevented me from concentrating last week, and I managed to lose the thread of what I was saying. Peter Brown's amazing turns of descriptive phrase in The Rise of Western Christendom have helped me find it again, so back to work I go. I spent a few minutes tonight listening to what a flute sounds like at 1/6 speed (answer: majestic, throbbing, solemn, groaning, tuba-like).
1) In this rather impenetrable painting from 1950, Arrival of the Slow Palace.
2) In an auspicious — possibly eerily auspicious — series of Markov chains based on chapter 15 of Gibbon's Rise and Fall:
The edifice of public peace of Moses. The exorcist, in the followers of being restored to two following ones which afflicted Christian. The apostolic church of the slow palace, the camp. To its great body of the number were lively church. They were transported from the twelfth century.("Slow palace" doesn't appear in the original Gibbon, and my book has its roots sunk deep into the late empire. I consider this coincidence to be an unambiguous sign of encouragement from God.)
It was inspired prophets; or private gain, suggested by the Christian empire. The first origin, and amusements, that the slow palace, among the Mosaic ceremonies. Philosophy, artfully were directed their attachment to imagine at present life. The spectators; the posterity, and antiquity, and by what means might satisfy the public policy, as apostates. Compatible of the Pagans, and the provincial councils, who had unbelievers to the situation.
3) And in a line from a very lovely poem out of a 2001 collection:
Blooms waltz without movingI would be pleased, in future, to lie and say I'd borrowed the title from either of the last two. I may yet do so. I definitely need to use "Compatible of the Pagans" as a hereditary title of some sort. Maybe I can tease a map or something out of #1.
in the slow palace of air
like watercolors of children.
I took a week off from writing, to get my bearings again. I needed perspective. The stress of the house search, I think, prevented me from concentrating last week, and I managed to lose the thread of what I was saying. Peter Brown's amazing turns of descriptive phrase in The Rise of Western Christendom have helped me find it again, so back to work I go. I spent a few minutes tonight listening to what a flute sounds like at 1/6 speed (answer: majestic, throbbing, solemn, groaning, tuba-like).
