not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, March 30, 2020

winter flowers vii.

                                               glads

“Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.” John Berger quoting Cezanne.
 
deciding what and where colour is

Thursday, March 26, 2020

winter flowers vi.




"The effect of color has real power....So much power that, in certain lights, it seems to become a substance. Once when I found myself in the chapel, I saw on the ground a red of such materiality that I had the feeling that the color was not the effect of light falling through the window, but that it belonged to some substance. This impression was reinforced by a particular circumstance: on the floor in front of me there was some sand in a little pile that the red was resting on. That gave me the effect of red powder so magnificent that I have never seen the like in my life." Matisse

                                               glads

deciding what and where colour is

Red Thought within a Gladiolus Blossom by James Owens

--after a photograph by erin wilson

The image is a garden inside the garden.

Eros as shimmer
as blood unfurls
through the wall of this wound
that opens the air like a sex.

The strokes of her looking
breathe
the petals to further opening and opening
and un-
fold
membrane contour texture.
Different wet reds shine.

All this from dirt and sun and water
dust the flower has healed
sepal
ovule
anthers laden dark
nudge of a cell upward
any touch would soft to bursting
and scatter sperm
inside the four chambers of the stone.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

winter flowers v.




"Thinking about color abstractly hasn't done me any good." Frank Stella

                                                                                                                                  glads


deciding what and where colour is

Monday, February 17, 2020

Saturday, February 15, 2020

At Home with Disquiet

This is both a surprise to me and an honour. So much has come to pass for all of us, I'm sure, over the years, since we first met one another through blogging. There's been loneliness, friendship, death, grief, childbirth, marriage— in other words, life. So much has happened! I couldn't have imagined it!

This last year has presented me with the most amazing opportunity to work with Jean Huets of Circling Rivers to put together what has become my debut collection of poetry. I owe a debt of gratitude to Jean for her tireless efforts. (Believe me, it takes so much more work to put a book together than I ever might have suspected!) I owe a debt of gratitude to the generous writers and editors who took time from their busy lives to read and endorse this compilation. In no particular order, thank you Brian Brett, Francesca Bell, Nina Murray, Abbie Copeland and Roger Mitchell.  And I owe a debt of gratitude to you folks who listened to me here, who were kind to me, and nurtured me through a great many of life's events. I smile. I'm not even sure if anyone might be listening any more, but with the greatest thanks I introduce this little piece of myself, At Home with Disquiet.

It will officially be released on March 24th of this year, but Jean tells me it can be pre-ordered from Amazon (in the United States and in Canada) and from Barnes & Noble (in the States), if anyone is so inclined. And if not my book, please, seek out these other dynamic writers. They deserve attention.

And my goodness, I hope you are well!

https://www.amazon.com/At-Home-Disquiet-Erin-Wilson/dp/1939530105/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=at+home+with+disquiet&qid=1581772339&sr=8-1

(If you click the book cover you will find it at Amazon.com for pre-order and if you click here, at Amazon.ca. If anyone wants to get in touch, I can be reached at thetinyleaf@gmail.com)