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

Friday, May 24, 2013

from the crypt

i come home to you, the dying world that doesn't know it's dying, too busy being preoccupied with pushing flowers up through slots in the floorboards.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

the world takes root, ii

a reflection, manitoulin island, september 2010

I am like someone digging through mist
in search of what slips away from mist,
having heard footsteps just further on
and words exchanged by passers-by ...

(from Into the Deep Street, philippe jaccottet)

Saturday, May 18, 2013

the mirror in the ground, under the snow, like grain

A Stone
They loved that mirror
Whose frame, though chipping away, was still
Adorned with horns of plenty from the golden age.
Two dancing figures faced each other,
The shoulders and bellies were bare,
The hands
Touched, clasped one another,
But the eyes, it is true, did not meet.
They put
The mirror in the ground, under the snow,
Like grain; like the corn of heaven
That must rot for a long time in the mud of the world.
Yves Bonnefoy


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)