Posts Tagged ‘ darkness ’

Bob Dylan – Murder Most Foul (Official Audio) – YouTube

Tilting towards Change: Winter Solstice (Tea in the Dark #2) | FOP

digital still, from Tea in the Dark (winter solstice), 002019

Source: Tilting towards Change: Winter Solstice (Tea in the Dark #2) | FOP

Paul Celan, notes on the encounter | Bebrowed’s Blog

      SO MANY CONSTELLATIONS that
      are held out to us. I was,
      when I looked at you- when? -
      outside by
      the other worlds

      O these ways, galactic,
      O this hour, that weighed
      nights for us over into
      the burden of our names. It is,
      I know, not true
      that we lived, there moved,
      blindly, no more than a breath between
      there and not-there, and at times
      our eyes whirred comet-like
      towards things extinguished, in chasms,
      and where they had burnt out,
      splendid with teats stood Time
      on which already grew up
      and down and away all that
      on which already grew up
      is or was or will be-,

      I know,
      I know and you know, we knew,
      we did not know, we
      were there, after all, and not there
      and at times when 
      only the void stood between us we got
      all the way to each other.

– Paul Celan

‘Soviel Gestirne’ form the ‘Die Niemandsrose’ collection in 1963, Michael Hamburger translation

The notion of encounter is a key part of the Meridian address and a major theme in Celan’s later work. It’s also quite complex so I’ll start with its use in the Meridian speech and…

Source: Paul Celan, notes on the encounter | Bebrowed’s Blog

Today’s Haiku (October 6, 2019) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)

挨拶のうしろに深い秋の闇   池田澄子

aisatsu no ushiro ni fukai aki no yami

behind

the greeting

deep autumn darkness

Sumiko Ikeda

from “Haiku-kai” (“Haiku World,” a monthly haiku magazine), February 2017 Issue, Bungaku No Mori, Tokyo

Fay Aoyagi, translation

Source: Today’s Haiku (October 6, 2019) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)

Andrea Gibson: “the madness vase” – YouTube

John Berger on Rembrandt

A Journey Through James Turrell’s Disorienting World at the Newly Expanded MASS MoCA

Installation view of James Turrell: Into the Light in Building 6 at the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art (© James Turrell, photo by Florian Holzherr)

Into the Light, which will remain on long-term view at the museum, brings together installations from every stage of Turrell’s five-decade career.

Source: A Journey Through James Turrell’s Disorienting World at the Newly Expanded MASS MoCA

Rebecca Solnit: How to Find Hope in a New Era of Darkness | Broadly

Photo courtesy Rebecca Solnit

“Hope in the Dark” is about the reality that we don’t know what will happen next, and in that uncertainty is room to act. But what’s going to be really difficult, and what I saw in the nuclear freeze movement in the early 80s, is that people think if we don’t win tomorrow or we don’t achieve exactly what we’ve set out to do then we’ve achieved nothing or we lost. Success often takes years or decades and often a number of extraordinary benefits take place along the way that are indirect or unanticipated and those absolutely matter.”

Source: Rebecca Solnit: How to Find Hope in a New Era of Darkness | Broadly

TOM CLARK: In the Dark

God protect us from generalizations. There are a great many opinions in this world, and a good half of them are professed by people who have never been in trouble.

— Anton Chekhov (1860-1904): from At the Mill (1886)

GREECE – Migrants comfort each other after they have reached the Greek island of Kos. By @atzortzinis #AFP: image via Frédérique Geffard @fgeffardAFP, 13 August 2015

TOM CLARK.

from  James Agee, “A Death in the Family” | Mythology of Blue

And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.

— James Agee, A Death in the Family

Mythology of Blue : And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a….