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November 12, 2018
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Oblivion
A bird in a secluded grove sings like a flute
Willows sway gracefully with their golden threads.
The mountain valley grows the quieter as the clouds return.
A breeze brings along the fragrance of the apricot flowers.
For a whole day I have sat here encompassed by peace,
Till my mind is cleansed in and out of all cares and idle thoughts.
I wish to tell you how I feel, but words fail me.
If you come to this grove, we can compare notes.
Ch'an master Fa-yen (法眼 Hõgen) (The Golden Age of Zen)
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October 21, 2018
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"Dream Mountains" by Marie Bortolotto 2018
by rivers, then by mountains,
I find my way home;
when last here,
I had no thought or care
for rivers or for mountains.
- Michael McClintock, Tanka poetry
"I just have a dream mountain under the eyelids,
this is my breath, my life".
- Voytek Kurtyka (Wojciech Kurtyka),
inspiring Polish Alpinist b. 1947
Every move is a creation,
Maintaining the delicate balance is a creation,
The line is a creation,
Survival is a creation,
Freedom is a creation.
- Voytek Kurtyka (Wojciech Kurtyka),
Polish Alpinist
I see one single suitable role for my life’s work:
for it to be a gift to others.
- Voytek Kurtyka (Wojciech Kurtyka),
Polish Alpinist |
October 19, 2018
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| Marie Bortolotto
When I Met My Muse
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off—they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. “I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand.
- William Stafford, American poet (1914 - 1993)
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August 28, 2018
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| Marie Bortolotto 2018 "I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way to negotiate seriously with it. ...because there is, of course always the desire, the hope, that they are not two separate worlds, sound and silence, but that they become each other, that only our hearing fails. Jodie Graham (1950- ) American Poet, from Some Notes on Silence |
June 19, 2018
May 7, 2018
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| Marie Bortolotto 2018 red ink bleeding through white paper what's more indelible than impermanence - Marie Bortolotto Tanka 2018 "My activities have never had anything to do with the idea of becoming famous or achieving success. I have always been concerned with getting people to listen to me. In everything I do ... my aim is to make people listen. I want to communicate the things that I love and in which I believe, because I think that people can derive a general benefit from them. What I really want is success in a philosophical sense: I want people to grasp something of the ideas and hopes which I express in painting.” - Antoni Tapies 1923 - 2012, Spanish Painter |
April 24, 2018
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