vocabulary of a river

in the river

birds and fish fight

for insects

why create art, and create again

Aaron Copland, composer, asks himself:

“Why is it so important that I compose music?

What makes it seems so absolutely necessary so that every other daily activity, by comparison, is of lesser significance?” 

“And why is the creative impulse never satisfied; why must one always begin anew?”

He writes: “to the first question-the answer is always the same-self-expression; the basic need to make evident one’s deepest feelings about life.”

“Why must one always begin again?” “…each added work brings with it an element of self-discovery. I must create in order to know myself, and since self-discovery is a never- ending search,each new work is only a part-answer to the question, ‘Who am I?’”

 Copland adds: “…each new and significant work is a unique formulation of experience; an experience that would be utterly lost if it were not captured and set down by the artists.”

 

from Music and Imagination (Charles Eliot Norton Lectures 2951-1952) by Aaron Copland

vineyards from a distance

a glimpse of Napa Valley in August ( photo: taken from the balcony of Auberge du Soleil Restaurant)

 

there is no other

lighted candles frame

a pilgrim’s face

-so radiant

a way of seeing

reflection

surrounded by other fragments

broken glass

myself

forsaken path

bleeding

 

the glass window

while cropping the photo

boat in the water

did I see

 

the egret

 

the mother calling

a boy 

hurries his dinner

-ukulele lessons

 

a bookmark

a postcard

I found inside the pages

a book I bought from a book sale

 

Japanese gardens in Kyoto

“gardens everywhere, on terraces,

inns, any patch of outdoor space

 

tiny garden draws the world into itself

beauty in placement of stones,running water

of time passing”

 

‘I miss you.’

 

(quoted with double quotations from an essay: Eight Ways of Looking at a Garden by Nicole Krauss)

It’s Sunday

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

 (King James Bible)

a request

I’m sorry

I’m moored somewhere 

anchor me a line

 

If you have time

If you have

Please leave some fish