Listen to this, and you’ll get a wonderful start of this new week: Ask Me – the Poetry of William Stafford The Little Girl by the Fence at School Grass that was moving found all shades of brown,moved them along, flowed autumn awaygalloping southward where summer had gone. And that was the morning someone’s heart…
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New unlikely places –
I’m still here, in this world of unlikely places. My plan for these new micro-paintings, was to stay in the abstract. To focus on colour and dynamic lines. But the thing with art, I have recently discovered, is that the maker is only partly in control, sometimes it feels like the object has a life…
Sunday Poem
Things to Think by Robert Bly Think in ways you’ve never thought before. If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message Larger than anything you’ve ever heard, Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats. Think that someone may bring a bear to your door, Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a…
Ars Poetica IV
“I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.” ― William Stafford It’s almost four years since my first encounter with William Stafford. I keep coming back to him, astonished by his poetry, and by his way of sharing his wisdom. Here is a poem of his, which in a nice way contribute to my ongoing research…
something always occurs
I’m still reading writers on writing. Here is quote from William Stafford: Every day I get up and look out the window, and something occurs to me, something always occurs to me. And if it doesn’t, I just lower my standards Why am I so interested in writers writings on writing? I suspect it to be…
sub rosa 