Top: Hong Kong; Bottom: Chimayo New Mexico I am on the road for a few weeks, first in Hong Kong and then to Santa Fe for the opening of my show at Zane Bennett Gallery on February 25. I will return to Slow Muse on March 2.
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The Perfect, Stone-Hard Beauty
The Poet with His Face in His Hands You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need anymore of that sound. So if you’re going to do it and can’t stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t hold it in, at least go by yourself across the […]
Pointing
I’m short on words these day. Sometimes language goes flat for me when I need to hibernate or retreat from everyone and everything. Sometimes it happens when the center of gravity in my life becomes extremely image-based. Sometimes it is a sign of a nascent percolation deep inside, that odd sense that something is showing […]
Gills are Given
Together The water closing over us and the going down is all. Gills are given. We convert in a town of broken hulls and green doubloons. O you dead pirates hear us! There is no salvage. All you know is the color of warm caramel. All is salt. See how our eyes have migrated to […]
Life Happens
The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one’s own, or real life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real life…what one calls one’s real life is a phantom of one’s own imagination. — C. S. Lewis And […]
Fallow and Fertile
Fallow fields near the Great Salt Lake in Layton Utah Friend and artist Kitty Bancroft stopped in Boston on her way to Philadelphia yesterday, and we had a few moments to share where things are in our private tinkering spaces called art making. I think of conversations like these as reminiscent of ones I had […]
The Tilting Within
Annunciation Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it I know it is — and that if once it hailed me it ever does — And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one […]
The Island is Also That Towards Which One Drifts
Islands O for God’s sake they are connected underneath They look at each other across the glittering sea some keep a low profile Some are cliffs The Bathers think islands are separate like them –Muriel Rukeyser I found this fresh and invigorating poem on Intercapillary/Space where I also found the following succinct commentary by Edmund […]
Whole Body Seeing
Brooklyn Workshop Gallery: Paintings by Deborah Barlow and sculpture by Rina Peleg Beautiful imperfection: real beauty is rooted in reality. Give up the pursuit of perfection—visual perfection can be cold and unforgiving. Things yield their value at different rates. Enjoy things that aren’t obviously beautiful, or even a little clumsy, if they engage the senses […]
Earth Eye Candy
With my three sisters at Logan Pass, Glacier National Park Back home after nearly 2 weeks of hiking, hot springs soaking, sistering and solitude. One thing is for sure: I have a crush on Canada. More content soon, but in the meantime here’s some earth eye candy: Logan Pass, Glacier National Park Sunset over Upper […]