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Friday, November 28, 2025

Because It's Friday

Some night steam.

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3 comments:

Bruce said...

Three cylinder locomotive. Sharp exhaust, six chuffs per Revolution

11/29/2025 9:51 AM
Stewart Dean said...

Lovely videography....and downright phantasmagorical pulling out of the station....straight out of Bradbury's Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show in his Something Wicked This Way Comes <:/i>

The train curved away, gonging it's under-sea funeral bell, sunk, rusted, green-mossed, tolling, tolling. Then the engine whistle blew a great steam whiff.....
Those trains and their grieving sounds were lost forever between stations, not remembering, where they had been, not guessing where they might go, exhaling their last pale breaths over the horizon, gone. So it was with all trains, ever. Yet this train's whistle!

The wails of a lifetime were gathered in it from other nights in other slumbering years; the howl of moon-dreamed dogs, the seep of river-cold winds through January porch screens which stopped the blood, a thousand fire sirens weeping, or worse! the outgone shreds of breath, the protests of a billion people dead or dying, not wanting to be dead, their groans, their sighs, burst over the earth!
....
Then the billion voices ceased, instantly, as if the train had plunged in a fire storm off the earth.
The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the boys pursuing., the air so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.
....
The train had pulled off into Rolfe's moon meadow, so-called because town couples came out to see the moon rise here over a land so wide, so long, it was like an inland sea, filled with grass in spring., or hay in late, summer or snow  in winter, it was fine walking here along its crisp shore with the moon coming up to tremble in its tides.
....The carnival train was crouched there now in the autumn grass on the old spur near the Woods

...which has in its dedication page this Biblical quotation:
They sleep not, except they have done mischief;
And their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall
For they eat the bread of wickedness, And they drink the wine of violence.
...who does that remind you of?

11/29/2025 9:55 AM
Stewart Dean said...

Like those wonderful videos of Chinese coal mind steam at night
https://youtu.be/-NdhB6lWa7s?t=52

11/29/2025 8:24 PM

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