23 February 2011
22 February 2011
18 February 2011
i have been blessed to have an especially beautiful past couple of days with friends and family. my mother, father, and younger brother and sister came by for a visit this morning. we surprised my mother with flowers and enjoyed almond croissants from a wonderful french bakery down the road
'by boat to seurasaari where
the small fish were called vandace.
a man blew a horn of birchwood
toward the nightless sea.
still voice. fire that is no fire.
ahead years unknown to be lived --
bell from the tower in the all-at-once, then
one by one, hours. outside
(so fleetingly) ourselves --
in a still mirror, in a blue within
where this earthly journey dreaming
itself begins,
thought into being from the hidden to the end of the visible.'
/ excerpt from the poem 'travel papers' by carolyn forche
15 February 2011
14 February 2011
(photograph above is my beautiful little sister lauren, july 2009 webster ny)
13 February 2011
'according to buddhist theory, one's physical eyes may be opened, yet they perceive only darkness, while with eyes closed, when one is engaged in meditation, perfect spiritual insight is possible. to hindus, the visible world is an illusion (maya) which can be overcome by meditation upon the supreme. the hightst aim of the religious devotee, or yogin, is to "see" with his spiritual eyes the eternal essence with which he tries to identify (samadhi). 'the seer sees not death, nor sickness, nor any distress. the seer sees only the All, obtains the All entirely.''
/ quote from the chapter "the eye of god" from the book The Eclipse of Symbolism by Peter Fingesten, 1970 - a brilliant & fascinating book.
12 February 2011
'wanting nothing
with all your heart
stop the stream.
when the world dissolves
everything becomes clear.
go beyond
this way or that way
to the farther shore
where the world dissolves
and everything becomes clear.
beyond this shore
and the farther shore,
beyond the beyond,
where there is no beginning,
no end.
without fear, go.
meditate.
live purely.
be quiet.
do your work, with mastery.'
/ excerpt from 'the true master' out of the dhammapada
11 February 2011
"when the humming birds quivered in the flower's trumpet; when the vast slab-footed elephants squelched through the mud; when the animal-eyed savage pushed off from the reeds in his canoe; when the persian woman picked a louse from the hair of the child; when the zebras galloped across the horizon in wild arabesques of mating; when the blue-black hollow of the sky resounded with the tap tap tap of the vulture's beak on skeleton that had a little flesh and only a half tail: - monsieur and madame louvois neither saw nor heard."
/ excerpt from "waiting for dejeuner" a short (& brilliant) story by virginia woolf
10 February 2011
'on a short trip to the world of the dead
by train right after Catania you cross
the sea mountains capped with fresh snow
as you ride the edge of small glaciers
the underground station is exposed to the sky
a ribcage of steel supports the dome
they come pick us up behind our backs (she's there)
we thing "it's summer, in Sicily, and all this snow!"
but the water's warm we swim happily
i hear it's a place where people come to grow old
stretch out on a cliff where i keep still
look down at clear seabeds
thinking: "we'll have to go swimming there too or
push on to where it's hot towards Turkey in our rubber
rafts piercing Turner's glowing fogscreens..."
a maker of symbols, i'm all out of stories
and can't explain why, can only tell you
of a trip to the world of the dead.'
/ sept. 30, 1976 by antonio porta from the book 'kisses from another dream'
time -
standing
in doorway
in
hale, ex,
hale. pulling -
always,
great plumes of purified air.
pushing -
great flocks of
sheepless herds.
scattered -
over, but,
the great distances.
enveloping -
clear light,
sacred vision.
candle that isn't roman
but will fall anyway -
inevitable.
first son
of the father,
tower of matches -
matched with no
one, but,
the great father -
time.
/ 13 january 2011
08 February 2011
07 February 2011
04 February 2011
"desiring truth, awaiting it, laboriously distilling a few words, for ever desiring - (a cry starts to the left, another to the right. wheels strike divergently. omnibuses conglomerate in conflict) - for ever desiring - (the clock asseverates with twelve distinct strokes that it is midday; light sheds gold scales; children swarm) - for ever desiring truth. red is the dome; coins hang on the trees; smoke trails from the chimneys; bark, shout, cry 'iron for sale' - and truth?"
/ excerpt from 'monday or tuesday' by virginia woolf
/ excerpt from 'monday or tuesday' by virginia woolf
03 February 2011
/ thanks to everyone at empty kingdom for including me in their top 100 artists list 2010, really appreciate it and feel very honored!
/ please pray for my friend andrew, he is in egypt covering the protests as a photojournalist and was recently attacked in the field. the photos above are the last ones he took on the day he was attacked, read his account here or on npr.
it's stuff like this that makes you realize the value of your life and makes petty matters of day to day existence seem trivial at best. let's all try to be better people, i know i will.
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