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| Marie Bortolotto 2016 Sunlit afternoon - shadows on the rug beneath my bare feet - Haiku by Marie Bortolotto Our life here on earth: to what shall we compare it? It is not like a rowboat departing at daybreak, leaving no trace of us in its wake? Takaha Shugyo, Haiku Poet, Translated by Michael R. Burch |
Photo, Marie Bortolotto
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“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is
in the eyes of others only a green thing that
stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule
and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
Nature is Imagination itself.”
- William Blake, 1799, The Letters
Quotes on Imagination by Marie Bortolotto:
"We are all fodder for the dreams of mankind."
"You must feed imagination, otherwise it will feed on you."
"Your ancestors are imagination."
"We humans are (a part of) nature and nature is imagination itself."
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| Art by Marie Bortolotto 2016
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
Our heart wanders lost in
the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the
castle of doubt.
But there's music in us.
Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up
again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin
inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk
with us later
as long-legged beauty
through
the dirty streets. It is
no surprise
that danger and suffering
surround us.
What astonishes is the
singing.
We know the horses are
there in the dark
meadow because we can
smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a
man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells
flowers
and realizes the snow is
melting
out of sight on top of the
mountain,
knows that spring has
begun.
Jack Gilbert, American Poet 1925 - 2012
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The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
William Stafford, American Poet, 1914 - 1993
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| Marie Bortolotto 2016 "There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists." - Derrick Jensen, Author and Environmentalist "To be an artist, you need to exist in a world of silence" - Louise Bourgeois, Artist 1911 - 2010 |
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