Autumn – already?

Autumn Again the wind flakes gold-leaf from the trees and the painting darkens— as if a thousand penitents kissed an icon till it thinned back to bare wood, without diminishment. — Jane Hirshfield

On pain and solace

There can be no beauty without the ghost of pain held within it. Although the wind … BY IZUMI SHIKIBU – TRANSLATED BY JANE HIRSHFIELD   from The Ink Dark Moon (Vintage Books, 1990)  

E n d e a v o u r

uses of art – (adapted from Jane Hirshfield) A work of art is not a piece of fruit lifted from a branch: it is a ripening collaboration of artist, receiver, and world. Art is not an outer event or phenomenon, nor is it the feeling or insight it may seem to reveal or evoke. Art may…

a time of one’s own

I’ve spent the passing week reading Jane Hirshfield’s Ten Windows and May Sarton’s Journal of a Solitude, changing between the two of them for very different – still matching – reading experiences. Ten Windows is a book about how we, through poetry, can enlarge our own lives. Journal of a Solitude is story from “inside”, from the…

purloin

I am in the process of inventing a personal aesthetics through stealing go HERE if you want to check out my sources . from Jane Hirshfield: Ten Windows: How Great Poems Transform the World

window moment

a window moment Jane Hirshfield: Many good poems have a kind of window-moment in them–a point at which they change their direction of gaze or thought in a way that suddenly opens a broadened landscape of meaning and feeling. Encountering such a moment, the reader breathes in some new infusion, as steeply perceptible as any…

Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement

I’m reading Ten Windows by Jane Hirshfield. It’s a great book, a book to read slowly, to partake in. And it is a text very relevant to my ongoing investigation in the uses of art – listen to this: Poïesis as making A work of art is not a piece of fruit lifted from a branch:…

Why I Write

Why I Write – cont.: What we want from art is whatever is missing from the lives we are already living and making. Something is always missing, and so art-making is endless. – Jane Hirshfield Thank you so very much Peter – for bringing this great interview with Jane Hirshfield to my attention! Hirshfield says: Poems foment revolutions of…