Monday, July 20, 2009

Hayden Carruth 1921-2008...

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Anything ends
In its beginning,
The circles turning
Slowly, so slowly,
Quern of the beat
Of the downrunning heart.
The sunlight fell like diamonds
But did not slacken
Remembrance’s forewarning
Of cold and dark to come,
The journey retaken
Without end,
Without end.

—from IV. “Ignis” in Journey to a Known Place (1961) Graphic Arts division GAX Z232.M54C37 1961.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Henriette Hardenberg...1918...





Southern Heart

Blossom sits deeply,
Mountaintips bend themselves into shape,
Wind lies calmly,
The tree stands rigidly.

Then suddenly, comes into bloom
Right into the middle of the heart
Burning, you are sitting in my tree.

Nowhere inside me is calm,
I cry out from within the flames,
an ocean is moving all over.

Then they,too,are twitching,
Blossom and tree,
Already red from being so sweet.



Pipilotti Rist ...Homo sapiens sapiens, 2005

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