Showing posts with label darkness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label darkness. Show all posts
Wednesday, 3 April 2019
Penone
"all sculpture is rooted in the experience of our body as the primary positive volume which imprints itself on the Negative of its surroundings"
Giuseppe Penone Spazio di Luce p31
Friday, 29 March 2019
R.S. Thomas
Raptor
You have made God small,
setting him astride
a pipette or a retort
studying the bubbles,
absorbed in an experiment
that will come to nothing.
I think of him rather
as an enormous owl
abroad in the shadows,
brushing me sometimes
with his wing so the blood
in my veins freezes, able
to find his way from one
soul to another because
he can see in the dark.
I have heard him crooning
to himself, so that almost
I could believe in angels,
those feathered overtones
in love’s rafters, I have heard
him scream, too, fastening
his talons in his great
adversary, or in some lesser
denizen, maybe, like you or me.
R.S Thomas
No Truce with the Furies 1995
Saturday, 9 December 2017
Rumi
Undressing
Learn the alchemy true human beings
know: the moment you accept what
troubles you've been given, the door
will open. Welcome difficulty
as a familiar comrade. Joke with
torment brought by the Friend.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
then are taken off. That undressing,
and the naked body beneath, is
the sweetness that comes after grief.
translated by Coleman Barks
Thursday, 7 December 2017
Dorothea Grossman
It is not so much that I miss youas the rememberingwhich I suppose is a form of missingexcept more positive,like the time of the blackoutwhen fear was my first responsefollowed by love of the dark.
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