Winter Grace

If you have seen the snow (…) slowly falling into the brook to be swallowed by water, then you have seen beauty Peter Brook: Misty Morning, 1975 .. If you have seen the snow under the lamppost piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table or somewhere slowly falling into the brook to…

Maelstrom

I ended my last post by claiming that the nothingness of anxiety echoes the nothingness at the center of Beckett’s writing – but (how) can nothing function as a source, as the origin of creative production? Beckett offers two different ‘nothings’ as interpretative keys to his writing: If I were in the unenviable position of having to study…

Edmund de Waal — speaking to my heart

Edmund de Waal meets Albrecht Dürer at Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna Over the past three years, Edmund de Waal has made repeated visits to the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna–to view at first-hand a large number of objects both on display and in the museum’s storage rooms. The selection that he has made, gathered together under the title during…

Sunday Poem (the air smelling like salamanders)

Wet Autumn by Tom Hennen Early morning, everything damp all through. Cars go by. A ripping sound of tires through water. For two days the air Has smelled like salamanders. The little lake on the edge of town hidden in fog, Its cattails and island gone. All through the gloom of the dark week Bright…

Patricia Fargnoli

Patricia Fargnoli is an author I know nothing about, but luckily others do! Here is poet Ren Powell‘s recent: Interview with Patricia Fargnoli ps: Photographs here and there by the Finish artist Janne Lehtinen

Silence & Suffering

Ars Poetica V (personal lyric, cont.) Speech is among the most fundamental ways we have to connecting our selves to other selves. This is what Gregory Orr can tell us about silence & suffering There are silences that are positive and powerful and willed by the self, but many silences have a destructive origin and destructive…

chores: an excuse for not doing more important stuff

I read this interesting presentation of Svetlana Lilova’s : Metaphysical Dictionary (2016) over at Caroline’s a few days ago.  Metaphysical Dictionary is a collection of “sort-of-poems” with illustrations by Graham Falk. I say “sort-of-poems” because, as the title tells us, this is also a dictionary – and as a dictionary; a rather untraditional & personal one. If everyone chose to write…

I think I can answer this:

Every morning I receive a poem from The Writers Almanac, every morning a gift for free – unbelievable, isn’t it?! Reading today’s poem I was not sure whether to laugh or cry – actually I think this poem, and my response to it, can be taken as an epigram of what art & life is…

Some birds are people-watchers …

Reasons to Be Happy Tony Hoagland Some birds are people-watchers. The worms can hear us walking over them. The loaves and fishes multiplied the Christians. We were wrong about so many things. We thought the world was mute, or just disinterested, or dead. Yet the sunrise liked being looked at by sleepy cabdrivers. The billboard…

Recharge

I’m on holiday (=recharging) …; using An Absorbing Errand  by Janna Malamud Smith as a guide back into the world of creativity. True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one’s self; but the Point is not only to get out — you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand. Henry James from…

September Nocturne

Entering fall. Still bright and sunny days ahead of us. But if you listen, if you let the world touch your skin, you will notice there is also melancholy in the air. Darkness approaching. Charlottesville Nocturne The late September night is a train of thought, a wound That doesn’t bleed, dead grass that’s still green, No…

Roses; epilogue

My rose text is done. Strange how one can work for weeks on a text which ends up at 567 words. But that’s how it is. For me, anyway. I have written this text on commission, it’s going into an exhibition catalogue. The text is written to a series of large-scale rose-drawings, pencil drawings in…