tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47024029974491828832024-03-08T17:06:10.716-08:00The Chocolate Chip WaffleTerresa Wellborn
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-82975845207153323702022-06-05T09:44:00.001-07:002022-06-05T09:44:28.968-07:00There is a strong shadow where there is much light
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark. — Wallace StevensImage: Felix BonfilsTitle: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Götz von Berlichingen
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-31682584829291168472021-09-05T14:24:00.002-07:002021-09-05T14:24:15.039-07:00Memory insists with its sea voice
There is really nothing more to say except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.
- Toni Morrison
Image: Graciela IturbideTitle: Anne Michaels, The Weight of Oranges
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-25105135278213545592021-08-13T19:04:00.000-07:002021-08-13T19:04:57.034-07:00It is not for us to follow the trail of truth too far, since by doing so we entirely loses the directing compass of our mind "Men go abroad to admire the heights of
mountains, the mighty billows of the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the
compass of the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, and pass
themselves by."-St. Augustine, from Confessions Image: Georgia O’Keeffe, Road - Mesa with Mist, 1961Title: adapted from Herman Melville, Pierre*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-45844932741991061382021-05-09T08:40:00.002-07:002021-05-09T08:40:35.887-07:00All the ladders in the world Ars Poetica
For a while I climbed the ladder,not realizing I’d placed itagainst the wrong house. The windowI tried to look into was a mirror.I fell backward into the world.-Stephen Dunn Image: Lukas Schnitzer, Vöstung Sadtwar, Hungary 1665Title: adapted from Richard Garcia, “Ladders” *http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-59502815693643276082020-02-02T17:17:00.004-08:002020-09-08T21:44:23.180-07:00The cities are falling asleep, each in its house
(In my
sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
-Mary Oliver
Image: Dmitry Anisimov
Title: Czeslaw Milosz, from The Separate Notebooks
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-77002607300337337212019-08-04T19:18:00.002-07:002019-08-04T19:18:45.507-07:00We are what suns and winds and waters make us
Image: Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.
Title: Found in The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne, 1904
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-50565369862907476262018-09-11T19:44:00.001-07:002018-09-11T19:44:39.533-07:00Accepting that blur
so knowing,what is known?that we carry our baggagein our cupped handswhen we burst throughthe waters of our mother.that some are bornand some are broughtto the glory of this world.that it is more difficultthan faithto serve only one callingone commitmentone devotionin one life.
-Lucille Clifton, “Far Memory”
Image: Giovanni Boccaccio
Title: Ruth Stone
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-61387125050009296992018-09-10T21:03:00.000-07:002018-09-10T21:03:19.691-07:00Under the tall sky of hope
the weight of this stone is longingthe curve of that tree is longingand longing makes the lightest breezesigh in the tall dead bracken
-Thomas A. Clark, from “At Dusk & At Dawn”, The Path to the Sea
Image: Sibley Colliery, Pennsylvania, 1886
Title: Marin Sorescu
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-78368348750278875772018-09-07T22:48:00.001-07:002018-09-07T22:48:32.984-07:00Say what you see in the dark
There were once words here,now they are lost.
Fear, that ghost.
-Terresa WellbornAnd this:"Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark."
-Wallace Stevens
Image: Katia Chausheva
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-28799114297161719682018-09-06T21:37:00.001-07:002018-09-06T21:37:14.337-07:00Caterpillar edging to moth
I mean, by such flightiness, something
that feels unsatisfied at the center of my life – that makes me shaky,
fickle, inquisitive, and hungry. I could call it a longing for home and
not be far wrong. Or I could call it a longing for whatever
supersedes, if it cannot pass through, understanding…In my outward
appearance and life habits I hardly change … But*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-83446789506295334392018-09-05T17:11:00.000-07:002018-09-06T21:37:41.183-07:00Bewilderment
"I want the muddled middle to be filled with the gristle of the living.”
-Dorianne Laux +
Image: Bill Brandt, Jean Dubuffet, 1960
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-90707206539988606742017-02-05T16:17:00.001-08:002018-09-06T21:38:01.960-07:00Much Unseen is Also Here
I circle around God, around the primordial tower. I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 2
Image: Amy Judd
Title: Walt Whitman
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-19579371226353122452016-10-01T10:44:00.000-07:002016-10-01T10:44:23.182-07:00The sight of morning
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“A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.” -Anne SextonImage: Emon *http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-26376224578210952372016-09-10T20:38:00.000-07:002016-09-10T20:38:00.970-07:00We hold clouds in our mouth
I dreamed longingly, and my thoughts wandered north….in the direction of my home, but I could only see clouds.
-Viktor Frankl
Title: Nathalie Handal
Image: René Magritte, Song of the Storm, 1937
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-14464010231317833732016-08-14T14:35:00.001-07:002016-08-14T14:37:27.333-07:00The things I discovered while I was looking for something else
"If Rilke cut himself shaving, he would bleed poetry."
-Stephen Spender
Image: Mark Hartman
Title: Shelby Foote
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-59601279839491266262016-07-29T16:37:00.003-07:002016-07-29T16:40:48.795-07:00I felt myself vanishing into blue
"In water, like in books—you can leave your life."
-Lidia Yuknavitch
Title: Steven Millhauser
Image: Paul Klee, Hilterfingen, 1895
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-48965468493827191662016-05-12T19:51:00.001-07:002016-05-12T19:53:12.442-07:00Unfathomable Cities
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
that I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my sense, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
and in the ponds broken off from the sky
my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
-Rilke
Image: *http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-21869151152227848292016-05-07T19:48:00.000-07:002016-05-12T19:52:58.227-07:00Words Hazard All
I’ve never thought of counting words. I’d rather not
know.-Iris Murdoch
Title: Ronald Johnson
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-22871609325510707092015-12-18T13:16:00.003-08:002016-05-07T19:50:32.502-07:00Not Waving but Drowning
Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.-Fyodor Dostoevsky
Image: Arthur Siegel, Study of Negative/Positive Profiles, c.1937 Title: Stevie Smith
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-21666363729850127142015-09-22T17:50:00.004-07:002017-02-09T04:19:13.514-08:00Something ineffable about the past
Above all...I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland. -Anselm Kiefer
Image: Manuel Álvarez Bravo, Box of Visions, 1938Title: Susan Sontag
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-1295264249667897062015-09-04T22:46:00.000-07:002017-02-09T04:20:09.831-08:00We live submerged
Words carry oceans on their small backs.
-Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
Image: Graciela Iturbide, Eyes to Fly With?, Coyoacan, Mexico, 1991Title: Evangelista Torricelli
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-598359911797621142015-08-01T13:30:00.002-07:002017-02-09T04:21:01.015-08:00Interior landscapes
Malebranche was right: we are not our own light.-Flannery O'Connor, “Good Country People”Image: Celestial map, foundTitle: Thomas Bernhard
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-79345435180259376372015-05-25T21:06:00.000-07:002017-02-09T04:21:50.236-08:00Or I could call it a longing
Cianalas: homesickness, longing, loneliness, melancholyA’ dol dhachaigh: going home(wards)Image: FoundTitle: Mary Oliver
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-19662730915534770392014-12-29T21:37:00.002-08:002021-09-05T12:39:48.288-07:00As the result of this universal whiteness
Snow is a form of light.
-Yves Bonnefoy
Image: Cuno Amiet
Title: Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
*http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702402997449182883.post-34220945069399988982014-12-27T12:19:00.001-08:002021-09-05T12:40:59.117-07:00Mute as amber
When
we speak of solitaries, we always take too much for granted. We think
people know what we are talking about. But they know absolutely nothing.
-Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
Art: Vilhelm Hammershoi, Baker's Shop, 1888
Title: James Agee, excerpt from A Death in the Family
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