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

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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such power exists
in the blank wall
in the white light
in the silence

it trembles
on the verge

bird, noise, word, body
cross the threshold

5 comments:

  1. mystery is the secret, writing can be for joy, living poorly, welly, richly, horribly, beautifully- there is no rhyme or reason. Embracing the mystery, the paradox- letting of of the judgement either for or against. Stop straining against what is and just create whatever it is you create- that is my response to the white wall.
    Love.

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  2. Trembling on the verge...
    Each moment, each creation, a reflection of a bigger truth. Sometimes, not often though, sometimes, there is a notion that forms and needs time to grow, and this moment when I saw this photo was the one for me.

    (After I retired, I received a note from a student I no longer remembered. She said I had been nice to her, helped her find her strength and meet her challenges head on.)

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  3. nice pictures !
    greatings dirk :-)

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  4. To find reverence for the blank wall, for the silence, to simply listen to them, what would this be like? I want to know. I truly want to know. What might I hear, and then what might be conveyed through my hearing?

    As through my hearing of you?

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))