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

Monday, July 22, 2013

the one word which must be uttered

 
the heart feels it
the desire like the oven which must bake the bread
 
 

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  1. this is an amazing photograph, as if wandering spirits are given flesh by being filled with moonlight. this is life on the earth -- timeless under the sky, a little light that forms out of the surrounding darkness ....

    going into this photograph, i yearn painfully to say the word that cannot be said, the one that would clarify and still me ... and though i still can't say that word, this post builds a mouth, a throat, a breath like moonlight, where the word lives and aches for speech ...

    love :-)

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    1. which wor(l)d brought you to me so that i might see you as you are, a moon, a source of light? (i become too overwrought with your responses. thank you for seeing.)

      xo
      erin

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  2. This takes my breath away it is so Other and magical. I woke Ray up last night and made him come into the front room to see the moonlight lying on the floor like a luminous lunar rug. We stood in it, Erin. And I swear it changed me, it did. I am now Other, too. I could feel the glow on my skin all day today. Thank you for your generosity in sharing your art. This is life-changing. You are so loved, so loved. xoxo

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    1. marion, i hope you can maintain the Other. i hope you can. it feels the anxious world wants to take it from us, while the natural world wishes to give it back and back and back to us. i am so glad for you and ray. what an image))))

      xo
      erin

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  3. The light it sheds! The light. And like hands the leaves halo it. It seem distant and close, forever.

    Yes the moon last night was a being, present, close, distant, unspeakable.

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    1. ruth, i smile, actually it was two nights before this post and so you see, the moon is More more often than we know:) too much more often, i fear. i can't imagine all of the missing of it i do.

      it was a reckless moment which wasn't reckless at all. i was brushing my teeth and simply walked out the back door with my toothbrush in my mouth and there it was, the metaphor of the world. i'd never have known. how poor i would have been without it.

      xo
      erin

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  4. The image of bread in the oven took me to an elemental place, a yearning for that which we know instinctively, that which nourishes us.

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    1. Rosaria, elemental and instinctual)))) i like these words, these words which suggest of a place and time before words.

      xo
      erin

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    1. liz, and if the moon is the sky pearl, what of the story glowing beneath it? i wonder.

      i hope you are very well)))

      xo
      erin

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  6. This piece is filled with mystery, and I agree. So much is happening all around us, and it is as if we are in a bubble, so much we do not see. A couple of nights ago, we walked out and were looking at the sunset, we realized a tiny coyote was right there with us. Had we not gone outside, we would have missed it all. Events words cannot describe...and each time we are changed.

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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))