Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
It's Tuesday afternoon. The two labradors, Chloe (black and small) and Sir Isaac Newton (white and enormous) are napping next to the rabbit's cage (Brownie) while a storm brews outside. Wordfest is over as of 2 weeks ago and last night I read my writings about architecture for the first time in public, while Mike Oppenheim's amazing photographs of Asheville's architecture shone on the screen behind me. I shouldn't have read, I realized. I know it well enough to talk extemporaneously and there's some other kind of energy that comes from me when I do. It's because I've fallen in love with architecture. Hearing someone talk about what/whom they love is always better than hearing some read something from a page.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Elevate me, O God, into what is highest within me.
Bring me to the sky where loose clouds loosen more
and show me what I cannot touch with my skin.
Loosen me so I break open like the sky above a thirsty earth.
Elevate me. O God, loosely, like clouds in their skin.
Touch what I cannot thirst after on this earth. Loosen me
until I cannot break and show me what is highest in me,
bringing within what is more, what breaks ceaselessly open.
Elevate me, O God, to the loosened earth where sky is a show
of what I cannot touch and clouds break open against my skin.
Break me open with thirst. Like the sky above the earth,
bring me what is highest, loose and within.
Elevate me, O God, within, where loose clouds show me
how I break open like a thirsty earth. Into what is highest
in me, bring your touch. Loosen me more, your cloud, this
skin. What is highest, open within this earth.