BLACK DOG AND SUNFLOWERS
The more presence, the more apart. And the more lives circling
Falling, I gathered such presence that I fused to Star, beyond all
We face our leaves and ever-successive genitals toward you.
Presence is why we love what we cannot eat or mate with –
We are fed from attachment and you, our futures draw weight
from both, and droop.
All of my detached life lives on death or sexual casings –
The studded array of our worship struggles in the noon not to
I pumped water to erect its turning, weighted its combs with
floury oil –
You are more intense than God, and fiercely dopey, and we
Presence matches our speed; thus it seems not flow but all
We love your overbalance, your plunge into uttemess – but what
When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who’s broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don’t know where we come from … we don’t know where we are. ”
― Laurie Anderson
FRANCIS BEAUMONT (1584-1616).
What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid !
I have heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame,
As if that everyone from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And had resolved to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
Letter to Ben Jonson.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless,
rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into the mountain’s belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself. — (Harry Middleton,On the Spine of Time or Rivers of Memory)
Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.
― Amit Abraham, Personality Development Through Positive Thinking
To pursue yourself is an interesting and absorbing thing to do. Once you have caught the scent of a hidden being, your own hidden being, you won’t readily be deflected from the tracking down of it.
– Cynthia Propper Seton
“Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature’s devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I’ll astonish you every minute of your life.”
― Lawrence Millman, Last Places: A Journey in the North
"Proverbs in porcelain, and other verses"
A man should live if only to satisfy his curiosity. Yiddish.
foto – workers’ cottage raleigh 2010
Now my five senses
gather into a meaning
all acts, all presences;
and as a lily gathers
the elements together,
in me this dark and shining,
that stillness and that moving,
these shapes that spring from nothing,
become a rhythm that dances,
a pure design.
sites 2c http://quotations.about.com/od/specialdays/a/newyear2.htm
foto – xmas 09 in bello.