Monday, April 30, 2012

fragile connectivity

A Broken Appointment


         You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,—

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,

         You did not come.

         You love not me,

And love alone can lend you loyalty;

–I know and knew it. But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name,

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be

         You love not me?

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Man Ray

"An original is a creation motivated by desire. Any reproduction of an originals motivated be necessity. It is marvelous that we are the only species that creates gratuitous forms. To create is divine, to reproduce is human." 

Man Ray

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Lauren E. Simonutii (1968-2012)

eyes taped shut

this world sighed a loss of you.
your visions astonished.
your view of intuition enchanted.
and your emotion transcended.

you will be missed.

Kirchherr and Carver

self portrait

This Room

This room for instance:
is that an empty coach
that waits below?
        Promises, promises,
        tell them nothing
        for my sake.

I remember parasols,
an esplanade beside the sea,
yet these flowers...

        Must I ever remain behind-
        listening, smoking,
        scribbling down the next far thing?

I light a cigarette
and adjust the window shade.
There is a noise in the street
growing fainter, fainter.

Raymond Carver

Astrid and Stu

Photography by Astrid Kirchherr

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Friday, April 13, 2012

Vesna - Poet

Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

a Yamamoto shower

I have to stop looking at closed doors

 this I love 
the gentle art of Masao Yamamoto
it makes me feel there could be something on the other side for me

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Day for Night

magaziny language of a magaziny mind

Perhaps a bit sappy.  No, really sappy!   
But this line...

"I found you aimless in London I gave you direction,
 I found you smiless I gave you joy,
 Not eternal joy or even joy for a month but immediate, particular, bright little minutes of joy,
 which is all we ever get or should expect." 

 so close to perfection, don't you think?

of paths


Of the gardens of Adonis, Lydia, I love
Most of all those fugitive roses
That on the day they are born,
That very day, must also die.
Eternal, for them, the light of day:
They're born when the sun is already high
And die before Apollo's course

Across the visible sky is run.
We too, of our lives, must make one day:
We never know, my Lydia, nor want
To know of nights before or after
The little while that we may last.
To be great, be whole: nothing that's you
Should you exaggerate or exclude.
In each thing, be all. Give all you are
In the least you ever do.
The whole moon, because it rides so high,
Is reflected in each pool.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


Thanks to Katia

counters and clocks

no fragments left of me

to feel you near

Sarah Moon

I Dreamed of a time...

White Snake