November 2012
1 post
Watch6 1/2 Quiet Minutes. A TOAST 2011 film.
October 2012
3 posts
August 2012
2 posts
Today, like every day, we wake up empty, scared.
Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument and start to play.
Let the beauty you love be what you do.
There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Rumi
July 2012
1 post
June 2012
1 post
Go find the height again, and the dark,
where longing, pain, and joy live
and faith in the good God, who does
and undoes, kindles
and extinguishes light and desire,
and who writes with his quill of years
long reminiscences on the loveliest faces;
…
owls flit softly through the vines
and the trees open, just this much, to utter
one sound.
I feel
your presence in the bright...
May 2012
7 posts
April 2012
5 posts
Scent sorrow
I was strolling under the tents of trees
and raindrops occasionally reached me
as though asking:
Is your desire to suffer,
to sob?
Soft air,
wet leaves;
—the scent was spring, the scent sorrow.
Anecdote of Rain, A. Zagajewski
March 2012
11 posts
February 2012
13 posts
The Self. a. zagajewski
…
But the self
is so lonely, so distrustful, it does not
accept anyone, even me.
It clings to historical events
no less tightly than water to a glass.
It could fill a Neolithic jar.
It is insatiable, it wants to flow
in aqueducts, it thirsts for newer and newer vessels.
It wants to taste space without walls,
diffuse itself, diffuse itself. Then it fades away
like desire,...
January 2012
7 posts
Traveling together. Merwin
If we are separated I will
try to wait for you
on your side of things
your side of the wall and the water
and of the light moving at its own speed
even on leaves that we have seen
I will wait on one side
while a side is there
