The body in the invisible
Familiar room accepts the gift
Of sleep, and for a while is still;
Instead of will, it lives by drift
In the great night that gathers up
The earth and sky. Slackened, unbent,
Unwanting, without fear or hope,
The body rests beyond intent.
Sleep is the prayer the body prays,
Breathing in unthought faith the Breath
That through our worry-wearied days
Preserves our rest, and is our truth.
From the 1990 selection of Sabbath poems.
This is my safe place for mind and art. In this place, nothing invades unless I allow.
Not many words Leonard. Your songs filled my ears and touched my heart.
Not ever. Don’t touch or graze against my skin. Don’t feel at liberty to comment on my feelings, especially my heart.
Tra voi tra voi saprò dividere
il tempo mio giocondo;
Tutto è follia nel mondo
Ciò che non è piacer.
Godiam, fugace e rapido
e’il gaudio dell’amore,
e’un fior che nasce e muore,
ne più si può goder.
Godiam c’invita un fervido
Violetta (as she sings to an impossible task)
Pale man drinks his coffee and wanders… through his day. He stuffs the bad while planning retaliation; cold desserts with sour creams.
He is just a human; gender man, with sensual curves down a hand.
Pale drained of blood, tastes chocolates in a cafe. He purrs louder than comfort.
The wind is stirring my dirt, with rain and scents in crisped and brown. You are here, time wound, now sprung. Floating delivery, you brought me here.
Yesterday was John Lennon’s birthday. He would have been 75, which seems impossible because both he and The Beatles feel ageless. The scent of new releases all on vinyl, is imprinted not only throughout my life experiences, but tinctured in olfactory memory. The power of youth and growing older, would be impossible to paint without his lyrics, politics and passions.
Having been of age to be drafted, his efforts along with others, helped end the senseless war in Vietnam. He helped save me and gave anthems to march, to walk and to make love; not war.
I asked a server over coffee today, if Lennon was relevant to her. Sadly and unpredictably, the 20 something said no. I had heard of many people several years younger, who think he and The Beatles are as important today, if not more.
I hope this is true.
Lennon with partners, illustrated my youth and who I am today. He will always be Mr. Kite, Marmalade Skies and Revolution.
My heart feels “danced” when hands go zoom. Why not? I’m the artist and I do as I feel. At least with my artwork.
How about some fun with shapes and vessels.
Put in a little wine and Grand Marnier, and one has pours of spirit.
Often when I paint, I am reminded or hear music that felt good at one time or another. Today was no different and felt the hands and motion of Julee Cruise (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKDetywgLb4). She is ethereal personified when her voice lilts down and over.
This triptych becomes inconsequential compared to Julee’s sky writing voice.