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Monday, December 30, 2019
Thursday, December 26, 2019
Friday, December 20, 2019
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| Marie Bortolotto 2019 Don’t just stand there
with your hair turning grey,
Soon enough the seas will sink your little island. So while there is still the illusion of time set out for another shore. No sense packing a bag. You won’t be able to lift it into your boat. Give away all your collections. Take only new seeds and an old stick. Send out some prayers on the wind before you sail. Don’t be afraid. Someone knows you’re coming. An extra fish has been salted. - Mono (Sono) Santacroce (1928 - 1995) |
Friday, November 29, 2019
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Sunday, October 20, 2019
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| Marie Bortolotto 2019 ...one of my favourite songs by Leonard Cohen... "...if it be your will that a voice be true from this broken hill I will sing to you from this broken hill all your praises they shall ring if it be your will ...to let me sing..." - Leonard Cohen, Canadian singer, songwriter, poet, novelist. 1934 - 2016 |
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Sunday, September 8, 2019
Monday, September 2, 2019
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| Marie Bortolotto 2019 The deep parts of my life pour outward, as if the river shores were opening out. It seems that things are more like me now, that I can see farther into images. I feel closer to what language can't reach with my senses, as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven, out of the oak, and in the ponds broken off from the sky, my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes. - Rainer Maria Rilke, Poet, 1875 - 1926 |
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