whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
the wind is howling round the door, i'm face first down on the floor. the trees are wild, the light is gone, the moon is big, nowhere the dawn. if i live til morn i wonder why, i arch my back, and touch the sky.
it's been slightly less than a year since i picked up my camera and began using it in a more intentional, intelligent way. the sun coming through my kitchen window is approaching the same angle, the same flowers are showing up in stores. pretty much nothing else is the same.
i'm currently sans inspiration, so i've been visiting the past. that's where these shots come from. i'm looking to see what i was seeing, or not seeing, then. maybe i can see what i'm seeing, or not seeing, now.
Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill—more of each than you have—inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity. Any readers who like your poems, doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional breath the unconditioned air. Shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensioned life; stay away from screens. Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in. There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.
i went back and looked at some of my (relatively) old photos. these are some of my first efforts. i like to see where i came from. that would be baltimore. or the stork brought me. or under a cabbage leaf. or rejected by aliens. yeah, that one.
i've been thinking too much. or not enough. how do you tell the difference?
i haven't been sleeping well, or much, or at all, for the last couple of weeks. the (only) interesting thing about fatigue is that it lets all manner of things run around the brain. and sometimes out the mouth, or blog, in this case. not always a good thing, but, hey.so it goes.