The formal education of holding your hands
To experience softness and delicacy of an early afternoon
Silent murmurs of kittens playing in the kitchen
Slow boiling broth on the stove
Your shyly approving eyes
And mind calculating the cooking time
When will dinner be?
But then it may not be so important
When there are other things to think about.
I’m reading a book,Why Knot?, How to Tie MORE THAN SIXTY INGENIOUS, Useful, BEAUTIFUL, LIFESAVING, and SECURE KNOTS!, by Philippe Petit, the High-Wire Artist.
“Imagine a world without ropes, lines, cables, and knots.”
photos taken in Panama Canal: ropes used to stabilized the boats n Pananma Canal
But perhaps God needs the longing, wherever else shall it dwell,
Which with kisses and tears and sighs fills mysterious spaces of air -
And perhaps is invisible soil from which roots of stars grow and swell -
And the radiant voice across fields of parting which calls to reunion there?
O my beloved, perhaps in the sky of longing worlds have been born of our love -
Just as our breathing, in and out, builds a cradle for life and death?
We are grains of sand, dark with farewell, lost in births’ secret treasure trove,
Around us already perhaps future moons, suns, and stars blaze in a fiery wreath.
~ Nelly Sachs ~
(Translated by Ruth and Matthew Mead, in Women in Praise of the Sacred
edited by Jane Hirshfield)
photo: taken in our churchyard’s garden
Mrs. Abstract and I attended the graduation of one of our parish priests who graduated from Dominican University with a degree of Master of Science in School Education and Counseling Psychology.
Afterwards we went to celebrate the 3rd birthday of our friends’ grandson.
Later in the evening we went to dinner with our friends to a nice Thai Restaurant in Lafayette, east of San Francisco.
photo (top): of a bell found with the terra cotta warriors.
photo (below): cut-out like of how a dragon may look when etched in bells, wine vessels or armour.
I finished reading Ben Lerner’s Leaving the Atocha Station, modernistic and whose main character mirrors the author with the book title borrowed from one of John Ashbery’s poem, and Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughter House Five, with the terror and cruelty of war with funny vignettes that are tragic, and as one review says “you are not permitted to laugh.”
I can put more time to tackle Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past.
photo: phoenix, a symbol of immortality, is carved or etched in some of the artifacts found with the terra cotta warriors. This Matisse’s-like cutout of the phoenix is flashed on the screen as part of the exhibit, China’s Terra Cotta Warriors, to explain the symbols of immortality that the First Emperor had chosen. The dragon is the other symbol.
photos: China’s Terracotta Warriors exhibit at Asian Art Museum, San Francisco
photo: a bookstore in Boonville, Anderson Valley,California
The Laughing Dog has a good mix of used and new books. I love to browse and buy books in used book stores.
“The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.”
from: Ars Poetica by Czeslaw Milosz
quoted in Nine Gates, Entering the Mind of Poetry by Jane Hirshfield
What will I be
after I leave
photo: from one of the rooms, Anderson Inn