Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Some photos and little vids from Thanksgiving up north
Hope you had an enjoyable Thanksgiving! With beautiful, warm weather this year, had a wonderful day with family up north. And, yay! - I also...
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Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
Pablo Valdivia, Breathing Underwater translated from the Spanish by Ross Woods Guernica Editions, Fall 2014 102 pages Trade Paperback... -
direct link: The Dancer's Backskin An accidental drawing - in a new Moleskine notebook, I brushed water over watercolour pencil. The ...
write the lights coming
ReplyDeletesolstice approaches and clues
Mysterious "d," for you...
ReplyDeletethank you for this touch of ether -
ReplyDeletebuoyed light shaping solstice
spacious refrain
"singing the body electric"
longing in pace of trace
what happens next will happen next
to you - textuate -
utter silence
drift across coldscape
paint breath and dance
slow and in visible
stir
crystalline
snow's descent
floating water -
listen in ice
blinking at syllable's
hush
nothing nothing nothing is something
blinks back
where am i
in words not my language
plain - that is to say -
sheets and slips
paging mnenosyne
riffle through loss
utterly
untranslateable
yet led to water now
the shadow side of wave
and glass
coracles.
d, extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem!
Your words, I read them aloud. You weave a complexity of language with the natural landscape and the drifting of the snow, which is water and ice, how amazingly you work with this imagery, with a rhythm that is musical and as delicate as a snowflake.
I am humbled. Thank you...