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

Sunday, May 5, 2013

looking up from my bed i discover, i'm here

"Nothing in experience led me to imagine
having.  Having is destroying, according
to my version of the vow of impoverishment.




But here, in this brief waxen light,
I have, and nothing is destroyed.  The flute
that guttered those owl's notes into the waste hours
of childhood joins with the piano
and they play, Being is having."



(from The Room, galway kinnell)

4 comments:

  1. The Room by galway kinnell

    The door closes on pain and confusion.
    The candle flame wavers from side to side
    as though trying to break itself in half
    to color the shadows too with living light.
    The andante movement plays over and over
    its many triplets, like farm dogs yapping
    at a melody made of the gratification-cries
    of cocks. I will not stay long.
    Nothing in experience led me to imagine
    having. Having is destroying, according
    to my version of the vow of impoverishment.
    But here, in this brief, waxen light,
    I have, and nothing is destroyed. The flute
    that guttered those owl's notes into the waste hours
    of childhood joins with the piano
    and they play, Being is having. Having
    may be simply the grace of the shell
    moving without hesitation, with lively pride,
    down the stubborn river of woe. At the far end,
    a door no one dares open begins opening.
    To go through it will awaken such regret
    as only closing it behind can obliterate.
    The candle flame's staggering makes the room
    wobble and shift-matter itself, laughing.
    I can't come back. I won't change.
    I have the usual capacity for wanting
    what may not even exist. Don't worry.
    That is dew wetting my face.
    You see? Nothing that enters the room
    can have only its own meaning ever again.

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  2. j'aime bien vos étoffes et vos belles angles bien manucurées.
    de très beaux flous , les trois derniers.de jolies teintes assorties joliment, bien vues.

    Good week end...eRIN; and good very very good afternoon i m in my kitchen!!too!;)

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  3. Interesting in its perspective.
    Perhaps our longing, that wanting what does not even exist makes us the beings we are, curious about what lies behind the closed door, risking...


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  4. These photos (!), shells, Galway's having, being, having, this impermanence we are. We have light, for a while. It passes through us.

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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))