View from Shore Road, Magnolia, Massachusetts: photo by John Phelan, May 2008
What is contentedness?
Well, first of all
you have to ignore the
Dada Alarm Clock
2nd you have to forget about
the word "ignore"
& 3rd you have to like
being a piece of
breathing driftwood
& 4th: you have to
embrace fleetingness
while storing
Well, first of all
you have to ignore the
Dada Alarm Clock
2nd you have to forget about
the word "ignore"
& 3rd you have to like
being a piece of
breathing driftwood
& 4th: you have to
embrace fleetingness
while storing
a.m.
staring at the roily ocean
10-7-11
Bass Rocks
Gloucester
staring at the roily ocean
10-7-11
Bass Rocks
Gloucester
Brace's Rock, Brace's Cove, Gloucester, Massachusetts: Fitz Hugh Lane, 1864; image by Oxxo, 29 October 2009 (Daniel J. Terra Collection, Terra Foundation for American Art, Chicago)
Brace's Rock, Eastern Point, Gloucester, Massachusetts: Fitz Hugh Lane, c.1864; image by Tetraktys, 27 January 2009 (National Gallery of Art)
"The best poet mind of my generation"
ReplyDeleteAnd see also:
Ed Sanders: Light Show of the Gods
of mine too!
ReplyDeleteOPPS
we of the same
Age
the one jus be:fore this present
one
which I call:
The Age of Huh?
and this guy
Hugh
ain't no 'slouch' with a brush
& his palette
either!
Ahh this is great.
ReplyDeleteEmbrace forget ignore
Dada Alarm Clock rang once but time, inspite of whatever one chooses to believe, is not circular. It is .. elliptical.
Tom,
ReplyDelete"being a apiece of
breathing driftwood"
"embrac[ing] fleetingness
while storing" --
Thanks for these 'words to live by' (Fitz Hugh Lane must have found something of that "contentedness" at Brace's Rock, once upon a time. . .).
12.16
light coming into sky above still black
ridge, white gibbous moon beside branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
is something different from
“subject,” essence of
painting drawn across cloud,
time of day, as usual
shadowed canyon of ridge across channel,
white cloud in pale blue sky on horizon
embrace fleetingness
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Those Fitz Hugh Lane paintings.
Wow.
Curtis
To embrace fleetingness while storing elliptical present time of day in the Age of Huh is no mean trick for sure.
ReplyDeleteEd and Miriam went to Bass Rocks for a weekend in October to celebrate their 50th (speaking of no mean trick).
Ed's sane and fruitful longevity as an artist (and human) must attest to good character as well as country living.
He continues to please the Muse, while gentle Miriam crosses the road to feed corn to a hungry herd of deer (who otherwise are busy dodging the brave white weekend hunters from Brooklyn), every day in the life.
speaking of deer...
ReplyDeleteSligo Golf Course is about a mile & an half fro me
since this article
http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/montgomery-
hunts-for-solution-to-managing-deer-population/2011/11/15/gIQAQVnDRN_story.html
the county has decided to let police sharp=shooters starting net week
shoot the deer
give the meat to the local soup kitchens
used to be
a single deer provided meat for a family of four for
an entire winter.
Aye, to be "a piece
ReplyDeleteof breathing
driftwood" that would surely be
enough to flee
the world's confining
embrace.
Vassilis,
ReplyDeleteThe driftwood proposition, yes... those lines have been reverberating here in the dark these past two nights. Detachment, flotation, deep breathing, leaving the universe to do with us what it wilt. As of course it will do anyway, whether we accept it, or go out kicking & screaming.
Edster,
That loops us back to here.
And also to this other meditation upon the hunt, which calls out the "managers" by their proper name: Homo Necans: Man the Killer.
"Managing" the "population" of other species, a concept illustrative of human arrogance and hubris.
The hunt turned the Garden into an imperial bloodsport arena. You can smell dying Empires from miles away. I learned this as a kid, sniffing the death and fear in the air on summer nights, west of the stockyards in a city built on a river of animal blood.
Wonder full Sanders. Thanks.
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