Saturday, May 31, 2008
"... The wild old man in the bear suit parted his lips
& out came a snatch of extinct birdsong. ..."
From "Inner Life" by Srikanth Reddy
As I left the airplane late Friday, the tarmac-furnace of Texas summer was a welcome change from the other kind of annealing provided by the past week's work.
Glad to be back, and while there's more work this weekend I see a respite ahead.
Thanks for your comments and visits -- will be stopping by your sites soon!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
"...when I try to imagine a faultless love
Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur
Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape."
From "In Praise of Limestone" by W. H. Auden
Limestone: just one of the things I'll miss when I head out on a business trip tomorrow morning. See all y'all soon.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
"...wanting the moment contained in the axe blow
in clear air..."
From "Scribble" by Barry McKinnon
Won't be posting much for the next two weeks -- more of the ongoing Big Work Project contributing to my general cabin/cubicle fever.
But I will stop by your blogs, and I am really delighted you've stopped by mine. Looking forward to getting out from under, and in general out, out, outside enough!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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Tuesday, May 06, 2008
to the god of smoke and the god of stench
and the god of this man’s thoughts
to become the wind and blow this fire
From "A Splinter Becoming a Burning Plank" by Curtis Bauer
Long days (a large work project looming), some sore throat-y thing, and random acts of other work pressure mean nothing fresh until this weekend...but I am glad you've stopped by.
Monday, May 05, 2008
(Another that's best large -- clix on the pix, please!)
"...Who am I now, gone crystalline with waiting, listening
for what I still have never heard in my language?"
From "Souvenir" by Daniel Hall, in a chapter on the ghazal by Agha Shahid Ali
* See what the asterisk'd TLA means here.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
"...Do you wish to come with me?
You know how in a landscape you see distances?
We can blur that. ..."
From "The Guardian Angel of Not Feeling" by Jorie Graham
Surrounded by sabbage meowing kats...but despite the press of paws, happy that tomorrow, at long last, I'll get outside to see what I can see. (Although the pic above was from a tiny bit of wandering I did this past Thursday, I wasn't Outside Enough for my taste.)