“Somebody loves me
I wonder who
Who can it be (…) ”
- Gershwin
Inspires me!
Somebody out there
No matter where
Can be my saviour
Today… ”
Or not!
Alex Colville, “Horse & Train”
One day a letter came
There has been no mail for months
Years maybe
Then one day, a letter came
It had his name and address
No sender
He left it on the table in the entryway
Who would write to him?
It was unnerving
He went to bed early
The white envelope awaited in the morning
He forgot to make coffee as his gaze was fixed on the letter
Never a coward, he decided to open it
(…)
From The Unfinished Stories
van der Weyden, Rogier; A Man Reading (Saint Ivo?); The National Gallery, London; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/a-man-reading-saint-ivo-114064
static
silence
static
alive and well
out of sight
out of life
static
here
now
eager
to go
to end
to expand
the crack
where the light comes in
?
?
?
blindly
lucidly
she carried the torch
into darkness
and followed
the flickering light
until she came to…
darkness broke apart
like a flock of crows
fleeing the branches
of a dead tree
free
and lost again…
….somewhere in time & space…and beyond… you were born.
And threw the literary world into a turmoil… an emotional explosion still not fully understood, or remembered.
Yet… your wit, your words, shine and ring with unimaginable lucidity, despite the pain !
“The secret of life is suffering. It is what is hidden behind everything. ”
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
October 16… Happy Birthday
Someone’s knocking at the door
You can’t come in
I will not allow it
Not now
Perhaps never
Regardless of shape
Pain has a scent
Undeniable
April 29, 2024
one eye opens
then the other
head swivels
double vision
in unison
third eye lingers
up there
unforseen
the fourth
soon after
heads butt
two pairs of eyes
eye each other
mirror reflections
as neurons fire fear
perfectly synched
frightfully so
two plus two
is four
four is not ready
eyes falter
gazes part
back to one
or none
MEOW
Art by Wanda Wultz
Cat ?
I find joy in sorrow. And sorrow is greater than laughter.
(…) an angel is not far from those who are sad, and illness can sometimes heal us.
There is sorrow in the hour of death – but there too is joy.
(Letter to Theo, Isleworth, Friday, 3 November 1876)
Vincent van Gogh
“Sing like no one’s listening,
love like you’ve never been hurt,
dance like no one’s watching,
and live like it’s heaven on earth.”
Mark Twain
The portents came late
Noon had passed
Life was waning
Sun so bright
Not bright enough for the shadows
That fell
One by one
Upon filaments of hope
Whispers of prayers
Scent of love
The shadows fell
The day followed
Something still remained
Breath-less
Till tomorrow…
The other 