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

Sunday, February 9, 2014

this raven


on the table called eternity sits this black spool of thread

16 comments:

  1. For the last few weeks we have had 3 ravens stop and eat from our bird feeder. I love it when they show up.

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    1. they are awesome, aren't they, birdie, deep beneath their ordinariness!

      xo
      erin

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    1. of course. this one, right?!

      xo
      erin

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    1. he does! and yet we can only try to see him for what he truly is.

      xo
      erin

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  4. Da un poco de miedo! recuerda una escena de pelicula de terror.
    Saludos,

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    1. really? i can't help but be mesmerized by him. maybe even by the terror too.

      xo
      erin

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    1. thanks dirk. but i can't even really see the image when i look at him. what i see is me on the ground below him trembling in anticipation.

      xo
      erin

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  6. i have just stumbled upon this other raven photo, and wanted to bring it here, for a dialogue between birds (and between silences :-)

    http://livaniana.tumblr.com/post/76312768177/starsfellonlivaniana


    (i think you will love that photography site)
    check his other site too:
    http://bluesonplanetmars.tumblr.com/

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  7. ! i found myself with the corners of my mouth turning up. so early in the morning? i used my hand to push them down while i looked. i was nodding and saying, yes, i understand, and sometimes laughing, sometimes gasping. wonderful. truly wonderful. thank you)))))

    xo
    erin

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  8. oh, and i was going to say how strange it was to see a person's photograph in the series. i had forgotten that a person had anything at all to do with anything happening there. i mean even behind the camera. in how he presents things it is like the world seeing the world.

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  9. it is stunning enough that the world makes a raven, but incomprehensible that it creates this raven. why does this happen? the concept, the idea, "raven" may be necessary to complete the cosmos -- but why this bewildering specificity, each raven its own night-colored axis for the sky, a black keyhole slit in the air where the world falls through a raven's eyes and fades? ... this is how we know the world is poetry, not philosophy ... if philosophy were the world, then it would say "raven' once and be still, but since the world is poetry it repeats "this raven" infinitely, lingering sensuously over the particulars of plume and beak and sheen ....

    love))))))

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    1. disoriented
      and excited
      by you.

      i hope everyone goes to read your poem!

      xo
      erin

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  10. Dear Erin,
    i saw that you are a member of my blog and this enjoyed me very much and also made me to pass over my fear- i speak english badly, you see:)-and to tell you that i watch often your blog and it is always a place for rest and quiet for me and my wishes about a real and a better manhood.
    i would like to thank you for your beauty and originality that you have and forgive me,please, that i cannot tell in a nice and fit words.
    i will visit you on and on and i want that you must know :)
    hugs,
    cerasela.

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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))