“Because it’s a long way home back to the place where we started.”

I am a bird now

Because it’s a long way home back to the place where we started.

Perhaps where it begins and ends should be as a meal

Perhaps the world is simply a meal punctuated by other events

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

Joy Harjo, Perhaps the World Ends Here

Perhaps Poetry is as much the soul’s nourishment as Experience

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Seven Stars

 

 

Seven stars I saw, above that minaret
Unknown to unbelievers, till they finally set,
In slow and tortuous track with tightest harmony
Unfolding virtuously humanity’s regret.
Speak softly now, the crystal sphere’s ignominy
Shall last for but one day, and then recall us yet.

— Rajul ibn Mustafa

image courtesy of inciteful

The Perfect Image

Cat Frog Umbrella Man Celestial Fairy

Cat Frog Umbrella Man Celestial Fairy


Bakufu Ohno Woodblock Print Collection – Ohmi Gallery

Bakufu Ohno Woodblock Print Collection – Ohmi Gallery.

Night Scene of Water Mill


The Lif of this World


The lif of this world
Is ruled with wind,
weepinge, drede,
And steryinge:
With wind we blowen,
With wind we lassen,

With weepinge we comen,
With weepinge we passen;
With drede we dwellen,
With drede we wenden.

via The Lif of this World.


Polanoid

Polanoid.

y gracias


Celestial Anarchy

Art Basel 2008 – Obey Giant.

E‘s busy making SU
K‘s downstairs counting frames
ID‘s just finished lasagna
And wondering why he’s so lame.