Thursday, July 21, 2011

take gentle care of yourself

The rose is obsolete
but each petal ends in
an edge, the double facet
cementing the grooved
columns of air -- The edge
cuts without cutting
meets -- nothing -- renews
itself in metal or porcelain --

whither? It ends--

But if it ends
the start is begun
so that to engage roses
becomes a geometry--...

Somewhere the sense
makes copper roses --
steel roses--

William Carlos Williams "The Rose"

Saturday, July 2, 2011

i raise my snowcone to his hand on my arm and to last doors

blessed independence day. always loving this boy: opening doors for me. smiling doing a tri in the vegas june. him. so i wore my fourth of july Vans for him. not for america...we just got back from living in costa rica. but for his blessed life (except the cheap a$% goggles), for all his open doors, for the gift of free agency.

deven..."I was running, as the silks rustled, through room after room without stopping, for I believed in the existence of a last door."— Czeslaw Milosz, from “City Without a Name” in New and Collected Poems, trans. Milosz, Robert Haas, Robert Pinsky, and Renata Gorczynski

love is born from and nourished on silent interpretation


Distance original disobedience/Against the coldness of force/Intellectual grasp/Scene for what follows/Do not touch me/It is by chance that she weeps/Her weeping is not a lament/She has a voice to cry out/No community can accompany her/No imagination can dream...--Susan Howe "The Non-Conformists Memorial"

modelcouture: Anna Selezneva “Hors la loi” Vogue Paris

modelcouture: Anna Selezneva “Hors la loi” Vogue Paris (clipped to polyvore.com)

i don't interpret "do not touch me" by Jesus...but i myself say it often.