the heart sways

the game of peonies and foxes and you

crucifixion and resurrection, or neither

beating the lard pail, where image marries self

on a side road between providence bay and tehkumah, march 22, 2014

"One sits and beats an old tin can, lard pail.
One beats and beats for that which one believes.
That's what one wants to get near."

(from Wallace Stevens's "Man On The Dump")


i never grow tired of crows.  if i should grow tired of them then i would be tired of love and this world.  while we dally and blatter in the world of images, the crow so is.

rudimentary

if something must be said

  (and something must be said) what is enough?  and what is too much?

the boardwalk in winter

"All that I wish for exists, or has existed, or will exist somewhere. For I am incapable of complete invention. In that case how should I not be satisfied?" 
(Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace)