“this night – for you”

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“this night – for you
and in the fuzzy cut-open
melon of night
its insides sweet and juicy
if my body does not shine
the star–paved road in vain
meanders across the irrelevant sky
and in vain the curved moon
looks deep into the earth
if my mouth does not mean light
then you will live all your days
with closed eyes”

(Halina Poswiatowska)

The door and the beautiful room

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“Sometimes I have the feeling that we’re in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word ad immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. He’s sure to open the door again for it’s a room which perhaps one cannot leave. If only the first one were not precisely like the second, if he were calm, if he would only pretend not to look at the other, if he slowly set the room in order as though it were a room like any other; but instead he does exactly the same as the other at his door, sometimes even both are behind the doors and the beautiful room is empty.”

(Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena)

The absent

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“share with me
the daily bread of my loneliness
fill with your presence
the absent walls
the nonexistent window
be a door
above all a door
which can be thrown
wide open”

(Halina Poswiatowska, share with me)

In the skies, in the clouds, in the ocean?

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“Lover, where do you live?
In the skies, in the clouds, in the ocean?
I learned a lesson bout bad ideas
We’re really out in the middle of it now
And if I ever see you again my love
All I m ever gonna do
is send shivers down that spine of yours
It would be nice to come home, I guess
To a couch, and a stove, and a backyard
Lover, where do you live?
In the skies, in the clouds, in the ocean?”…

(I. H. Havik, Lover, where do you live? )

This is the Hour of Lead

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“After great pain, a formal feeling comes —
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round —
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —

This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —”

(Emily Dickinson, After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes)

– Warm Wishes for a Creative and Beautiful New Year. It is truly, my desire for all of you!
…and thank you so much, for your support and for all the kind words you have left in here! –

Dilute light

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“Aquatic Nocturne
deep in liquid indigo
turquoise slivers
of dilute light

quiver in thin streaks
of bright tinfoil
on mobile jet:

pale flounder
waver by
tilting silver:

in the shallows
agile minnows
flicker gilt:

grapeblue mussels
dilate lithe and
pliant valves:

dull lunar globes
of bulbous jellyfish
glow milkgreen:

eels twirl
in wily spirals
on elusive tails:

adroit lobsters
amble darkly olive
on shrewd claws:

down where sound
comes blunt and wan
like the bronze tone
of a sunken gong.”

(Sylvia Plath, Deep in liquid indigo )

Happy Holiday Season, for all…


I wish you all a lovely and Happy Holiday Season!

…and thank you so much for being here…