Here are some lines from T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Hollow Men”: Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death’s dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind’s singing More distant and moreContinue reading “more distant and more solemn”
Monthly Archives: November 2016
Lean into me
Starlight and Saguaros – photo by Greg McCown Culture and the Universe By Simon J. Ortiz Two nights ago in the canyon darkness, only the half-moon and stars, only mere men. Prayer, faith, love, existence. We are measured by vastness beyond ourselves. Dark is light. Stone is rising. I don’t knowContinue reading “Lean into me”
Do Not Die Out, Fire.
Here’s a poem from Czeslaw Milosz : Winter The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the fire, I drink and I ponder. “In Ilawa,” the news item said, “at age 70 Died Aleksander Rymkiewicz, poet.” He was the youngest in our group.Continue reading “Do Not Die Out, Fire.”
Christmas Lights on Blue Snow
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Threshold
Liminal space is the space between; between two things, between two stages in life, between loving and losing a love, between losing employment and gaining employment, between gaining an education and finding a calling, between working and retiring and finding your next calling. Ben Lowenstein “…we have to allow ourselves to be drawn intoContinue reading “Threshold”
Chasing after some finer day
Anticipation – digital art by lauren goia A song from my youth: Anticipation by Carly Simon We can never know about the days to come But we think about them anyway, And I wonder if I’m really with you now Or just chasin’ after some finer day Anticipation, anticipation Is makin’ meContinue reading “Chasing after some finer day”
Aromatic
Aromatic A pomander is a pot-pourri, a mixture of aromatic substances, ususally made into a ball, and …suspended by a chain from the neck or waist. Nesbit’s pomander names seven flowers or aromatic substances: ambergris, lavender, rose, rosemary, myrrh, musk, and bergamot – each designating a kind of lyric that she and other womenContinue reading “Aromatic”
Scorched and Destroyed
Ramadi, Iraq Here is one part of T.S.Eliot’s poem sequence Four Quartets: In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber toContinue reading “Scorched and Destroyed”
The Magic of Magritte
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The ostentatious Mr. Collins
No one does characterization better than the British novelist Jane Austen: At length the Parsonage was discernible. The garden sloping to the road, the house standing in it, the green pales, and the laurel hedge, everything declared they were arriving. Mr. Collins and Charlotte appeared at the door, and the carriage stopped at the smallContinue reading “The ostentatious Mr. Collins”