Posts Tagged ‘ Stone ’

A Longhouse Birdhouse: RE-READING GEORGE OPPEN ~

Waking Who Knows

 

the great open

doors of the tall

buildings and the grid

of the streets the seed

is a place the stone

is a place mind

will burn the world down alone

and transparent

will burn the world down tho the starlight is

part of ourselves

_______________________
Primitive
George Oppen
Black Sparrow Press, 1978

 

 

 

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: RE-READING GEORGE OPPEN ~

A Longhouse Birdhouse: FORTHCOMING ~

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: FORTHCOMING ~

On Alejandra Pizarnik’s poetry – The Volatile I by Johannes Göransson | Boston Review

THE HEART OF WHAT DOES EXIST

do not hand me over,

oh saddest of midnights,

to the impure whiteness of noon.

– Alejandra Pizarnik
from Works and Nights (1965)

LOVERS

a flower

not far from the night

my mute body

opens

to the dew and its fragile urgency

– Alejandra Pizarnik
from Works and Nights (1965)

 

VERTIGO, OR A CONTEMPLATION
OF THINGS THAT COME TO AN END

This lilac unlaces.

It falls from itself

and hides its ancient shadow.

I will die of such things.

– Alejandra Pizarnik
from Extracting the Stone of Madness (1968)

 

DEAF LANTERN

The absent figures are sighing and the night is thick. The night is

the color of the eyelids of the dead.

All night long I make the night. All night long I write. Word by word

I am writing the night.

– Alejandra Pizarnik
from Extracting the Stone of Madness (1968)

Translations by Yvette Siegert

In ecstatic states, it may not be clear whether we are in paradise or hell, whether the song is happy or sad. This is the experience Pizarnik describes even as she propels herself into its drunkenness, creating a saturated atmosphere that is, as Negroni puts it, the “antidote to transcendence.” Or it might be a kind of anti-transcendence, found precisely in the negation of transcendence, the refusal to elevate poetry into “concept.” Her poetry feels like a constant, intensive refusal that generates its own Gothic beauty and black light: “imminence without a recipient. I see the melody.”

Alejandra Pizarnik’s poetry finally gets the English translation it deserves.

Source: The Volatile I | Boston Review

~ to share with Marina

 

 

Kay F. Anderson’s Pine Trees – Haiku Commentary

what else
do I need to know . . .
pine trees growing from stone

© Kay F. Anderson (1934-2007) (USA)

Source: Kay F. Anderson’s Pine Trees – Haiku Commentary

A Longhouse Birdhouse: EARNED HERMITAGE ~

Letter To The Next Landowner

 

You won’t keep it up like we did

Not to worry — we did it for a half century

 

The stone hut, the sturdiest looking, will go first

I built it for our son — earth to earth

 

The house we re-built from ground to ridge

All the time it made the most perfect sense

 

A minister and his wife owned the house before we did

He not only sold us the house, he married us

 

The land was cut & mowed & planted & moved & loved

Every day of our lives, but don’t believe it

 

The land will tell you —

We are buried here

 

Our bones are the stones to be found

Wait for the wind

Bob Arnold

BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: EARNED HERMITAGE ~

The Stylistics – I’m Stone In Love With You

Louise Glück, excerpt from “Parados” | Mythology of Blue

Long ago, I was wounded.
I learned
to exist, in reaction,
out of touch
with the world: I’ll tell you
what I meant to be –
a device that listened.
Not inert: still.
A piece of wood. A stone.

Louise Glück, excerpt from “Parados”

Mythology of Blue : Long ago, I was wounded. I learned to exist, in….

Jack Gilbert’s Lannan Foundation reading (1995) | Silliman’s Blog

Joel Weishaus “The Lost Way of Stones: A Pre-Text Regarding Rcck Art”

Joel Weishaus “The Lost Way of Stones: A Pre-Text Regarding Rcck Art”.

~ hearty thanks to Anny Ballardi

Capturing Light ~ The Art of Sarah Brayer / deep kyoto

Sarah Brayer, Delicate Balance, glass&stone, 10x24cm

Sarah Brayer Kyoto Exhibition ~ New works in Washi and Glass