Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
And then she shared this link. Which helped me immensely, because I've been all over the place lately. I feel like I delete as many pictures as a take these days. So take these little random shots for what they are worth, a search for order.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I ran across Wallace Stevens' The Idea of Order at Key West, and something new about it hits me every time.
It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there was never a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I've been reading a James Merrill poem that works for me this week, which I will paraphrase for you;
May you shine back always,
From what you see, from others. So welcome, friend.
Welcome to earth, time, others; to
Those cool darks, of sense, of language,
Each at once a thread and maze.
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which I've been reading and rereading a lot lately. I'm working on pictures that are merely okay, and trying to make them into something quite different. And yes, I'm a little hooked on infrared and inversion today. While talking to a friend recently, he said, "You can never have too much glow." No, indeed.