I watched you die (Re -post)
I watched you die little bird;
how you squirmed,
the crazy cat
plucking you gracefully
from your aborted flight,
crimson spurting generously,
eyes rolling,
slipping into limpness,
fluid discharging from every orifice;
your young opponent,
licking chops and feather wet
bloody whiskers white.
(Jack Brewis, Little bird)
– After so many posts, it is time to remember many others from the past, that still made sense. This one is very dear to me, it has a beautiful poem from my friend Jack. Yes, “we are all little birds, hoping to be saved”. To see more of his writings and images, go to https://jackbrewis.com/ –
Awakening (a self portrait)
“When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?…”
(Amanda Gorman, The Hill We Climb)
5 years of beauty
“Tell me, what is the present hour?
A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.”
(Emily Jane Brontë, Past, Present, Future)
A sea
And what is the future, happy one?
‘A sea beneath a cloudless sun;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.’
(Emily Jane Brontë, Past, Present, Future)
The sky was blue, I said goodbye to you…
“Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.”
(Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark)
-for my dear vóvó-
I want you to think of me sitting and singing beside you (a self-portrait)
“Everyone’s too scared to open their eyes up
But everyone’s too scared to close them
Everyone’s frightened they don’t know what’s coming
But everyone’s frightened of knowing
Everyone’s reading the rules of engagement
And everyone’s starting to doubt them
Everyone’s reaching to put on a seatbelt
But this kind of ride comes without them
I want you to think of me sitting and singing beside you
I wish we could meet all the people behind us in line
The climb to the crest is less frightening with someone to clutch you
But isn’t it nice when we’re all afraid at the same time
And it’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
And you’ve got the choice to get off anytime that you like
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
The alternative is nothingness
We might as well give it a try”…
(Amanda Palmer, The ride)
– 9 years have past by, since I post for the first time, and it has been a blissful experience that I have shared with many of you, loyal viewers. I would like to say – Thank you so much, all of you, for still being there, for your support and for all the kind words you left here! (…smiling for you…) –
96 years of beauty (or the end of time…)
“Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
(…)
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
In the morning of my winter
When my eyes are still asleep
In the morning of my winter
When my eyes are still asleep
A dragonfly laying in a coat of snow
I’ll send to kiss your heart for me
A dragonfly laying in a coat of snow
I’ll send to kiss your heart for me
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time…”
(Nico, Evening of Light)
In the usual way VI
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
(Robert Frost)
A life of my own
“I’m not living my own life… I feel refuted, abandoned, and above all threatened by a world ready to dissolve entire in such senseless disorder.”
(Rainer Maria Rilke, letter, 1917)
Send you a postcard…
I wish you all a lovely Happy Holiday Season!
…and thank you so much for being here…
Yours,
Kari
Visual Artist
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
