"francoise", if in Paris...

Naked As We Came - Iron and Wine

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:44:26 -0500

Naked As We Came - Iron and Wine

Walter Martin & Paloma Muñoz: Travelers Recent Works

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:13:00 -0500

Walter Martin & Paloma Muñoz: Travelers

Recent Works

Exposure It is December in Wicklow:Alders dripping, birchesInheriting the last light,The ash tree...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:24:12 -0500

Exposure

It is December in Wicklow:
Alders dripping, birches
Inheriting the last light,
The ash tree cold to look at.

A comet that was lost
Should be visible at sunset,
Those million tons of light
Like a glimmer of haws and rose-hips,

And I sometimes see a falling star.
If I could come on meteorite!
Instead I walk through damp leaves,
Husks, the spent flukes of autumn,

Imagining a hero
On some muddy compound,
His gift like a slingstone
Whirled for the desperate.

How did I end up like this?
I often think of my friends’
Beautiful prismatic counselling
And the anvil brains of some who hate me

As I sit weighing and weighing
My responsible tristia.
For what? For the ear? For the people?
For what is said behind-backs?

Rain comes down through the alders,
Its low conductive voices
Mutter about let-downs and erosions
And yet each drop recalls

The diamond absolutes.
I am neither internee nor informer;
An inner émigré, grown long-haired
And thoughtful; a wood-kerne

Escaped from the massacre,
Taking protective colouring
From bole and bark, feeling
Every wind that blows;

Who, blowing up these sparks
For their meagre heat, have missed
The once-in-a-lifetime portent,
The comet’s pulsing rose.

-Seamus Heaney

(photo, Liam Frankland)

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:18:50 -0500

(photo, Liam Frankland)

Alone In The Woods Alone in the woods I feltThe bitter hostility of the sky and the treesNature has...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:15:46 -0500

Alone In The Woods

Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes
Unquiet man
As the sap rises in the trees
As the sap paints the trees a violent green
So rises the wrath of Nature’s creatures
At man
So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
Nature is sick at man
Sick at his fuss and fume
Sick at his agonies
Sick at his gaudy mind
That drives his body
Ever more quickly
More and more
In the wrong direction.

-Stevie Smith

(photo, Craig Moore)

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:11:51 -0500

(photo, Craig Moore)

Baby light, good morning, good morning pink and sandy little arms cherry powder face and alphabet...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 18:24:32 -0500

Baby light, good morning, good morning

pink and sandy little arms

cherry powder face and alphabet charms,

your print and footfold and your name I am told

was snipped and into a paper doll string

strung gold from here to there,

I read and reread the ceiling tiles

your years in my tears,

your days in my smiles,

braiding your hair and your button’s pearl thread,

pressed to my bosom, warming your head,

baby light, baby light, it is just me here tonight,

drawing your bath and making your bed.

Before Sleep The lateral vibrations caress me, They leap and caress me, They work pathetically in...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:07:50 -0500

Before Sleep

The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.

She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,
These are they of thy company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;
Undulant,
Their realm is the lateral courses.

Light!
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
Up and out of their caresses.
You were gone up as a rocket,
Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right
In the flat projection of a spiral.
The gods of drugged sleep attend me,
Wishing me well;
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

Ezra Pound

Climbing the Wave, oil on canvas, Nancy De Boni

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:56:06 -0500

Climbing the Wave, oil on canvas, Nancy De Boni

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:27:26 -0500

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew

holy crap...I just made the most amazingly delicious tomato sauce...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:02:45 -0500

papardelle….prepare yourself for orgasm.

crashinglybeautiful: Richie Havens - Here Comes the Sun (…this...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:52:25 -0500

crashinglybeautiful:

Richie Havens - Here Comes the Sun

(…this one too, from thebronzemedal. Pity no one has “San Francisco Bay Blues” on here.

yeah, make me smile…

My morning window…the sun does something quite amazing...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:31:44 -0500

My morning window…the sun does something quite amazing with my eyes each morning. It feels like these tiny sun fingers reach out of the horizon and flick and warm my lids gently open. It is unlike anything I’ve felt before. Not like the disturb of a sudden flash or the alarm of an accompanying traffic of nature gearing up for the day. This is a blissful moment that I always seem to forget is coming. This is a lovely dance and a dip with my hair brushing the floor. It touches my heart. For someone whose home has always been dark and cave-like for many, many years, this is definitely my new way of life. Sun…touch me all you want.

pleasedontsqueezetheshaman: Something on borrowed time,...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:43:50 -0500

pleasedontsqueezetheshaman:

Something on borrowed time, something blue.

Daphnis et Chloe, Marbre de Jean-Pierre Cortot...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:50:02 -0500

Daphnis et Chloe, Marbre de Jean-Pierre Cortot (1827) photography, Yvan Lemeur

The butcher

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:47:00 -0500

thewayoftheworld:

My father’s tears ran

for his mother’s life

down the back alley

to the butcher shop

to beg a block of ice

which had melted

from his face

uneeded

she was already cold

a grievous insult to beauty

at the unskilled hands

of another sort of butcher

wielding instruments

jagged and imprecise

destroyers of little boys lives

I wish I had read this on a page held between my bare hands…stunning

Gary Larson

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:45:22 -0500

Gary Larson

“If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is around to hear it, and it hits a mime, does...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:44:30 -0500

“If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is around to hear it, and it hits a mime, does anyone care?”
—Gary Larson (The Complete Far Side 1980-1994)

“Love is never directed toward this or that property of the loved one (being blond, being...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:43:52 -0500

“Love is never directed toward this or that property of the loved one (being blond, being small, being tender, being lame), but neither does it neglect the properties in favor of an insipid generality (universal love): The lover wants the loved one with all of its predicates, its being such as it is.”

Giorgio Agamben

“…there is no head of state in the world today who is not in virtuality a criminal....

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:43:05 -0500

“…there is no head of state in the world today who is not in virtuality a criminal. Those who shoulder the dreary mantle of sovereignty know that their turn may come to be branded a criminal by their colleagues. We certainly will not be the ones to complain. For the sovereign, who freely consented to donning the executioner’s clothes, is now finally manifesting his originary kinship with the criminal. ”
—Giorgio Agamben (Means Without End: Notes on Politics)