on the table;sundrunk flower (or is it me)
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writing with ember of match that lit last night's candles; a perfect "op" s (now ash).
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Hello.
September... ahh. The air clearing, the light slanting new--finally a soft windy coolish (77 degrees) and bright. Perfect. Many people I know and love are born this month. In fact, September is officially Birthday month at my house. Happy Birthday to ... (you fill in your name anyway) :)
"The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship." --W. Blake [ associated link to engraving archive].
I have been reading poetry; Dream Baker, by Jean Valentine. I'll share a few lines...
"You were so close I could have touched the dead/ "Childhood in your face..."
"These words I tell you smoking in my eye:/ The tree-frog is the tree frog. The sky is the sky,/ The rattling bay runs night and day I, I , I,/ Over and over turning on itself: there/ Where it curls on emptiness: there I sing.
"You will not be forgiven if you ignore/ The pillar of slow insistent snow/ Framing the angel at the door,/ Who will not speak and will not go..."
Yes, I am really in a quiet mood-- almost time to take a few days of silence (of fasting from all things, including words, tv, foods, drinks and speech). Have you ever tried it?
Things to see-- The Pulse--check yours if you haven't checked all this out :)
This Gift ...First, it is Wrapped and later Revealed.
The History of Dance: French and Saunders :)
From a friend in Amherst, this Political Skit from Saturday Night Live :)
Older than I-- my
21 comments:
What a gorgeous rock. I have a small collection myself. And that match photo is amazing!
Thanks Mary. We were just talking about Lobster Bisque--that restaurant in Newton is closed. :(
I might must NOW some soooon. :)
Cool rock and neat pics. September is my birthday month too:) I love the cooler temps, September and October are my faves!
Tell me now... Why do I always feel like not leaving????
I think a ""Happy Birthday"" wish is due here too.. happy Birthday to you my dear!!!
This beautiful rock seems to be telling a story with its lines colors and marks and seems it would be a pleasure to hold in the hand..... It looks like the rocks that lie on the nearby St.Martins beach...
Where on the Bay of Fundy did your grandma live? The freshness has entered the air but no frost yet...
a september baby? now it all makes sense :)
you are familiar with french & saunders? another notch upward.
:)
Happy Autumn to you, M. I'm glad you like it. We've enjoyed crisp air and the thick smell of people warming up their houses with firewood for a while now - absolutely loving it.
Such a rich post:) It took me to wonderous places - thank you for that. Your photographs are amazing - the writing matchstick in particular.
A Blake Archive - no idea it existed - what a treasure chest. I think someday I will take the time to seek out poetry. I don't now, but would like to. Thanks for reminding me.
Wonderful, inspiring work places. Loved the peek into all those studios. And the wrapped/unwrapped revealed beautiful blogs.
I hope you have an empty Sunday, with peace and calm. (no, I have never tried an all-faste - have you?)
Best wishes
Your orange smoldering blurriness was a nice way to ease us into Fall and its way of beckoning us into solitude and inner journeys. I thank you for the mention. I so much enjoyed the Saturday Night Live sketch and the French and Saunders clip (I love them!). I needed a good laugh! Your rock seems to have some interesting gentle curves and I love the veins and markings. It is as beautiful as an old soul. As are you. Happy birthday mansuetude.
Beautiful photos, great poetry - as always. I love how you describe the onset of fall with the cooling air.
ahhhh.... a fellow virgo.
i've fasted from food but not from talking. i think i must try the talking fast.
i love this poetry...
your photo of the ember trail reminded me of all the times i stuck a branch in a campfire, waved it around until the flame went out, and then twirled and swirled it through the darkness so i could watch that glowing tip.
happy birthday!!
these pictures are fabulous. the soft focus in the first one is amazing. I was still dreaming when I read this line: You were so close I could have touched the dead - and I just had to close my eyes and become silent.
i love that rock photo. and, yes, the first days of autumn makes me want to cheer all day long!
Beautiful quote by William Blake, one of my favorite poets!
There'll be a little surprise for you on my blog tomorrow, he he he...
lovely photos!!
Thanks for the link to The Pulse!! And I am loving that rock!
thank you for this calm oasis - the match photo was thrilling - happy birthday
Yes, to me, too. A sun-drunk flower there, I am sure of it.
Helo lady, where are you? We are missing you!
It's been a while, Mansuetude. I hope everything is okay.
I'm glad:) Anticipating with joy. Peace to, and alongside you:))
I yearn for bigger pockets of quiet time. I'm feeling particularly skittish after the frenetic christmas rush.
Smooth rocks that fit in the hand....magic! Autumn....a blessing...something I keep firmly in my mind throughout these smouldering South African Summers.
Writing with glowing match...beautiful!
I miss you... I was scrolling down to see your other posts and the color in this one caught my eye. The way you love words and write them with such beauty touches my soul. Hope you are well and happy...Roxanne
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