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"

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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

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1949 Night at the Circus- Nina Leen

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)

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

 

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.

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

MYSTERIOUS LETTERS

 
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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

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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
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one moment

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

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Rilke: Sunset