Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
Blue Door What’s a simple pleasure in life that brings you joy? Reading and writing poetry in the sun on a park bench or at a coffee shop. Whispers in the sunshine... the crinkling of the leaves, shadows falling from the trees, flowers blooming with the breeze... I'm sitting, steady... Hopeful, too. Memorial Park
Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Been there, done that.
"And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising, would feel the emotion that almost overwhelms us whenever a happy thing falls." - Rainer Maria Rilke, "Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy" When they sit in silence, they sit with you...When they lay in thought, they lay with you…When they breathe in deeply, they breathe … Continue reading “On Rilke, on solitude” (redux…)
Or, in this case, "pear"-fect... Certainly not perfect, but, as they say, don't let the pursuit of perfection get in the way of "good enough" ("gourd" enough?). I particularly like the shadowing here at the base of the pear, both on the base of the pear itself and beneath. This is the product of the … Continue reading Practice makes perfect…
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You're waiting? For what? For who? You're waiting! And, so, am I. So am I. Why? Because. What else is there? There is seeing in the waiting. There needs to be. * From "Institutional Eyes" (unpublished)
Van Gogh! Jardins! Jardins! Jardins! Sunflowers! SHINE!
The walk through the neighborhood was rounded. That is to say, there were cul-de-sacs, yes, but there was, also, fire light. Amber glow. It was October, or might have been. Or April, amidst the rains, even, but it was, definitely, the northeast. Bidenomics ruled the day. Or would. Always would. Always had. Amtrak Joe. … Continue reading “On Making the Rounds”
https://youtu.be/-ghfKSXVFwM?feature=shared Because. And that is why.
You know.
Observations from the Brink 