"blue marble"

"So many constellations that

are held out to us. I was,

when I looked at you―when?―

outside by

the other worlds."

― Paul Celan

"rose in rue"

"fall to pieces"

"All means are impediment. Only where all means fall to pieces, encounter happens."

― Martin Buber, I and Thou

"the encounter"

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)

_ _ _ 

Sunday sermon

White orchid

. . . "Perhaps at certain heights

questions and answers are exactly the same."

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

Publication at Spectral Lyre

               I would like to share here an incredible piece of poetic prose by Tim Buck, inspired by one of my recent photographic artworks, Unravelling pattern. It is a tremendous honour and joy of acknowledgement to be showcased at Spectral Lyre amidst the works of great artists from the present and not so distant past.

               Below is the link to this delightful publication:
               Poetics of Light — looking at a photographic artwork by Tatiana Nakova 

                                                                 Unravelling Pattern

               I further extend my sincere gratitude to you, Jillian Parker, for following, appreciating and generously encouraging my artistic endeavors, and continuously inspiring me with your own enchanted poetry and prose at flameinthesnow, each piece a testament of grace, true love, acceptance.

               Gratitude to you, too, Tim Buck, for writing this piece, taking such a profound look at my work and at this "fractal" landscape in particular, and being able to see further than the curves of glowing sand and the waves of light in the setting sun, but reach deep into my soul at the core of being, "aching toward . . . that condition of the always-beyond-and-therefore-ideal."

               I am humbled, my heart full of joy, touched beyond words . . .

               With Love,
               Tatiana (bluestorm)

"One eye sees, the other feels." ― Paul Klee

Evanescent present

_ _ _

tectonic rupture

spoken word

i speak

as if a p(s)alm
raised skywards

to break the vault
of conception

each word a melliferous love-
bird set free

in a dream

concrete blue [side]walk

limitless spirit

balance is motion forward

the great blue heron taught me the other day, that

balance is motion forward ~


                                                                                  i learned.