Hearken, all who read here

April 23, 2015

I’ve been working for the past few months on a website – a real website! With my name and everything! – hence no updates. (Other causes for delay include and are not limited to: moving house, editing a book, working hard, being tired.) Rest assured (how many of you dear readers are there? 4? 5?) that there will be a link to click on in the near future, and that it will furnish you with a new and shiny space for which I will be queuing (ah!) posts.

But in the meantime, a note of wisdom from a favourite:

From The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems, ed. Jen Bervin and Marta Werner/via POETRY since 1912.


To the New Year

January 1, 2015

By W. S. Merwin

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning
so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible



via the Poetry Foundation. Happy 2015, everyone. ♥


[little tree]

December 25, 2014

By E. E. Cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see          i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look          the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”
Christmas in Innsbruck, 2009.

Love letter fired from a cannon

November 22, 2014

Blake Walmsley, DIAGRAM 4.6.


The nature of things

November 4, 2014

Nine days ago my wonderful, beloved uncle died of cancer. Last Friday I stood by his coffin, spread with native wildflowers (tea tree and gum blossoms) and a little bunch of late season forget-me-nots, and read from Thoreau’s Walden and Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations.

V:13

I am made up of the causal and the material. Neither of these will disappear into nothing, just as neither came to be out of nothing. So every part of me will be assigned its changed place in some part of the universe, and that will change again into another part of the universe, and so on to infinity.

XII:21

It is the nature of all things to change, to perish and be transformed, so that in succession different things can come to be.

XII:32

What a tiny part of the boundless abyss of time has been allotted to each of us – and this is soon vanished in eternity.

I will miss him so much.


Spirits of the Dead

October 20, 2014

II

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.

 
From “Spirits of the Dead” by Edgar Allan Poe via The Poetry Foundation.


A Forest Year

August 10, 2014

Samuel Orr spent almost two years living in a remote cabin in the woods of midwest Indiana while he worked on a series of nature documentaries.

One afternoon, as fall approached, I wondered what might happen if I set a camera up and took pictures everyday from the same window.

The result is “A Forest Year”, and it is so beautiful. Read more about the project (and the obsolete Nikon behind it) here.


Things I like

July 15, 2014

This ceramic serving bowl by MarinskiHandmades

This leather 13 Macbook sleeve by MISOUI

This screen printed royal blue cotton scarf by Lee Coren

These black leather beetle boots by goodbyefolk


Where I’d like to be

July 14, 2014

via homecollection.


Something unexpected

July 14, 2014

“Something quite unexpected has happened. It came this morning early. For various reasons, not in themselves at all mysterious, my heart was lighter than it had been for many weeks. For one thing, I suppose I am recovering physically from a good deal of mere exhaustion. And I’d had a very tiring but very healthy twelve hours the day before, and a sounder night’s sleep; and after ten days of low- hung grey skies and motionless warm dampness, the sun was shining and there was a light breeze. And suddenly at the very moment when, so far, I mourned H. least, I remembered her best. Indeed it was something (almost) better than memory; an instantaneous, unanswerable impression. To say it was like a meeting would be going too far. Yet there was that in it which tempts one to use those words. It was as if the lifting of the sorrow removed a barrier.”

 

C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed, HarperCollins, 2009: 44-45.


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