Tuesday, December 31, 2013

so this is the sound of you


"With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
                            untouched and still possible"

– W. S. Merwin, " To the New Year"


Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Everything can happen

 “Everything can happen. Everything is possible and probable. Time and space do not exist. On a flimsy framework of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns.” 

August Strindberg, A Dream Play

1949 Night at the Circus- Nina Leen

Saturday, November 30, 2013

from what is everywhere

I came back I say
I knew you’d come back she says

I arrived here in a boat of ten years I say
Yes she says
I often spoke to you
with tips of my fingers
with thumps of the heart with blood
and with the world’s beauty

I was deaf and blind I say
That’s true she says
I often stood behind a chair
argued with you through your toil
and your suffering

You were patient I say
I had faith she says
It’s possible to be blind
but impossible to walk away
from what is everywhere

I came back I say
though I thought there was no return

A Talk with Mother by Anna Kamieńska, in Astonishments (translated by G. Drabik and D. Curzon)

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

You need something to open up a new door / 
To show you something you seen before

Bob Dylan at a press conference at the 
Hotel in London in 1966.

This is the essence of the popular arts in America: Be a magpie, take from everywhere, but assemble the scraps and shiny things you’ve lifted in ways that not only seem inventive, but really do make new meanings. Fabrication is elemental to this process — not fakery, exactly, but the careful construction of a series of masks through which the artist can not only speak for himself, but channel and transform the vast and complicated past that bears him or her forward.

Bob Dylan from "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie" - at a press conference at the Savoy Hotel in London in 1966.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

For our wild flower, Patti - March 28, 2013

          What though the radiance which was once so bright
          Be now for ever taken from my sight,
              Though nothing can bring back the hour
          Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
              We will grieve not, rather find
              Strength in what remains behind;

William Wordworth,536.Ode 
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
image here: anhelos via vintague 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

we've held all we could want

“We chase after ghosts and spirits and are left holding only memories and dreams. It’s not that we want what we can’t have; it’s that we’ve held all we could want and then had to watch it slip away.”
 - Charles de Lint

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

one moment

one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

Rilke: Sunset