Saturday, January 24, 2009

twelve recent small things, part one (1)

file under: thing drawn (entity created)::::: slovenly moth
file under: thing drawn with words accompanying:::::on top of light there lives a goat

file under: thing drawn with some words by it:::: intellectual moths, bird's eye burst of zero


file under: thing drawn with title:::: blue and white cheerful moth








twelve recent small things photographed, part two

file under: thing read and loved::::read more roethke, especially loved the line "I'm king of the boops!"

file under: small movement or exercise:::::took a walk with finn in the sling in the freezing ass cold!


file under: thing made to help me in my struggle with time:::::writing and swimming schedule completed and hung next to desk















twelve recent small things photographed, part 3

file under: thing sewn for a loved one::::::turtle laptop rest for mom

file under: thing hung to decorate a space:::::sassy whitman hung underneath flower

file under: idea for a thing to make for a loved one:::::aleta heartbeats mix idea



file under: thing worked on with poem(s) in mind::::: made some erasures



file under: thing written to help your own mind::::: inspired by melissa & andy, I attempted a poetics statement to hang next to my desk




Thursday, January 15, 2009

first small thing noted. january 15 2009. hi melissa.

read some roethke (about 10 poems or so) and found my first two small things, and they are both third sections of roethke poems:

(from the poem "BRING THE DAY")
3.
O small bird wakening,
Light as a hand among blossoms,
Hardly any old angels are around any more.
The air's quiet under the small leaves.
The dust, the long dust, stays.
The spiders sail into summer.
It's time to begin!
To begin!


(from the poem "SENSIBILITY! O LA!")
3.
You all-of-a-sudden gods,
There's a ghost loose in the long grass!
My sweetheart's still in her cave.
I've waked the wrong wind:
I'm alone with my ribs;
The lake washes its stones.
You've seen me, prince of stinks,
Naked and entire.
Exalted? Yes,-
By the lifting of the tail of the neighbor's cat
Or that old harpy secreting toads in her portmanteau.
Mamma! Put on your dark hood;
It's a long way to somewhere else.
The shade says: love the sun.
I have.
La, la,
The light turns.
The moon still abides.
I hear you, alien of the moon.
Is the sun under my arm?
My sleep deceives me.
Has the dark a door?
I'm somehwhere else,--
I insist!
I am.

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