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2016-11-25

"Aware" by Denise Levertov

When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.

― Denise Levertov

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2016-11-22

sun-[melt]-down



А Вам я Небо напишу, 
И званый бал цветов и листьев, 
И свечи звезд не погашу – 
Ведь в сказке нужен свет их истин. 
Нужны надежды и мечты, 
Скользящие по глади пруда, 
И дар любви и красоты – 
Хотя бы маленькое – чудо. 
Еще – часы переведу 
На много дней назад и в вечность! 

Уджал Ахвердиев

2016-11-16

2016-11-02

"red leaf"



of all the colourful leaves on the ground a young couple fell in love 
with precisely this one, eagerly took it with them right after I had a single shot, 
and not before kindly asking if I would be keeping it, to myself. "of course, not," 
was my answer, "eternity has it now." the earth blushing. I smile.

2016-10-02

eternity bound




innate blind 
eyes wide shut

an un-fathomable love pass-
age footsteps fresh in the dust

a room with no exit
I enter, and stay

2016-08-30

"woolgathering"



"God told me if I painted it enough, I could have it."
― Georgia O'Keeffe

2016-08-24

after all this time



after all this time of
gold wheel spinning
treading silk yarn in
fancy dream-knitting
woolgathering
the spool in my hand is bare
my bed ― empty
 and I still wonder, what if?
what if I had pricked my finger
let it bleed, then what?
what then, love?
.
can you live twice
the same dream?

2016-06-23

The old barn



"I don’t believe a person has a style. What people have is a way of photographing 
what is inside them. What is there comes out."

― Sebastião Salgado

2016-06-20

ripe cherries



June solstice ―
e11even doves in the cherry tree

its branches swayed by heat
splintered light-

brea[d]th of wings, slender dreams
and ruddy-ripe cherries

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Happy full-moon Solstice!
Welcome Summer 2016!

2016-06-14

linden blossoms



oh, this heavenly scent of lindens blossoming ― 
how cherished now, what once was taken for granted

2016-05-15

divergent diversion



"The mind gets distracted in all sorts of ways.
The heart is its own exclusive concern and diversion."

― Malcolm de Chazal

2016-05-11

traffic



"To have an inner life, to think, to juggle and leap, to become a tightrope walker
in the world of ideas. To attack, to riposte, to refute, what a contest, what acclaim.
To understand. The most generous word of all. Memory. To retain, a geyser of felicity.
Intelligence. The agonizing poverty of my mind. Words and ideas flitting in and out 
like butterflies. My brain a dandelion seed blown in the wind."

― Violette Leduc


2016-05-07

scribble[s]



"Life, yes, life without sheets of paper to be scribbled on, was a masterpiece."
― Violette Leduc

2016-05-03

"Leica"-sticker



Vertical reverb :
an un-pr0verbial v0rtex [0f mind], 0r this
preverbal v0id 0f mine . . .
0vertly present?

"fall to pieces"


"All means are impediment. Only where all means fall to pieces, encounter happens."
― Martin Buber, I and Thou

2016-04-16

"every morning"



"Every morning
I shall concern myself anew about the boundary
Between the love-deed-Yes and the power-deed-No
And pressing forward honor reality.
We cannot avoid
Using power,
Cannot escape the compulsion
To afflict the world,
So let us, cautious in diction
And mighty in contradiction,
Love powerfully."

― Martin Buber, Power and Love (1926)

2016-04-12

Stained Glass



"The Thou encounters me by grace — it cannot be found by seeking. 
But that I speak the basic word to it is a deed of my whole being, is my essential deed."

― Martin Buber

2016-04-10

Spring in the city

inverted
upside-down s/tree/t
an ominous sky gripped in the barest
arms of a tree
.
vert-tical cliffs
dust glass and steel
three subterranean streams webbing in
a piece of heaven?
that, too
is not what it seems
but a palimpsest of spring
in an intro-vert (in-truh-vurt)* self-
absorbed city
I cross. blindfolded

*introvert ― [noun, adjective in-truh-vurt]



in[*]vert  :  intro-vert  :  in-true-vert

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"To speak is to not see. 
So all speech is to some extend blind."

― Jacques Derrida

2016-04-03

The Starry Sky . . . (Lars Gustafsson)

The starred sky, the fixed stare of the galaxies.
The universe stubbornly upholding enormous distances
against our just-as-eager strivings to see the world as small,
possible to survey, trafficable for signals and observations.
Quantum logic in physics and chemistry.
The same thing: matter's obstinate refusal to be 
       anything but probabilities,
shadows that sweep over distant cliffs at sunset,
sudden gusts that run through a single aspen in the grove
   and leave it almost still.
And our stubborn eager battle for a substance,
for particles, individualities, things that refuse to 
        exist in the physical world.
This world of distances and shadows
and random leaps between the spectral lines,
this frighteningly still dance
is what I mean
by the world's stillness before Bach.

― Lars Gustafsson, from The Stillness of the World Before Bach
(1936 - 2016)

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Sunday sermon

2016-04-02

Bare tree

In the bare limbs of a tree
there is certain irrefutable
[and deceptive] clarity ―
the eye piercing the stark
crisp-clear scenery
supposedly defeating blindness
believing in seizing the s/tree/t view
in its entirety ― free
of the exuberant burst of spring
lush blossoms, birds and bees
the idle chatter of summer leaves
eager butterfly wings
ripeness that swell
bejewelling the branches in gold,
soon to be stripped down
by the first frost, vanish in a blast
of a sudden winter squall, as if
nothing . ever . existed ―
if not for this inseparable
frame-sequence along the blue 
string of seasons ―
[incessant ancient love]
by which we live


upside-down s/tree/t (2)

2016-03-25

Moonrise



"We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows."

― Robert Frost

2016-03-18

White orchid



. . . "Perhaps at certain heights
questions and answers are exactly the same."

― Roberto Juarroz, from The answers have all been used up.

2016-03-15

"each word changes"



. . . "And there's no hour,
not the most promising or lucid or impartial,
not even the hour that brings no announcements of death,
that can equalize reflections,
adjust distances
and make the same words
say the same thing."

― Roberto Juarroz, from Each text, each word changes

2016-03-08

blind[s]



"How you die out in me:
down to the last
worn-out
knot of breath
you're there, with a
splinter
of life."

― Paul Celan