tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post2555906986416216485..comments2023-08-20T04:55:39.436-07:00Comments on Ars Psychiatrica: January JuxtapositionsNovalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501890494890617030noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post-16888500043173386542009-01-05T12:20:00.000-08:002009-01-05T12:20:00.000-08:00Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life ...Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.<BR/>~Leonard CohenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post-71819920753493384662009-01-02T18:41:00.000-08:002009-01-02T18:41:00.000-08:00Maybe the journal-er became too busy living life t...Maybe the journal-er became too busy living life to have time to write about it. I like that better than the fading to oblivion idea.<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year.Dinahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09227988351623862689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post-78141523317259435722009-01-02T17:24:00.000-08:002009-01-02T17:24:00.000-08:00Every work of art, including literature, is an aut...Every work of art, including literature, is an autobiography in disguise. Every stroke, every word, every juxtopsoition, every pause, every bit of negative space screams with a raging truth about the creator's life experience, perceptions, hopes and fears. Nothing is random; every lie can be unskewed to the realism of its original truth. Sometimes it's revealed in garish splashes of unhinihibited obviousness; other times it's obscured like the innermost russion doll of an infinite regression. Either way, it can't be deleted.<BR/><BR/>January's a time to make loose ends, to revel in disorder, to laugh in the face of completeness, to madden the rigors of obligation and responsibility, to hatch the unfulfillable, to somnabulate between here and nowhere..to be free... <BR/><BR/>February's a bitch - an old crone that nags and urges to be there, and not here and now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post-22790626733958423192009-01-02T10:56:00.000-08:002009-01-02T10:56:00.000-08:00Love the picture and the juxtapositions. Have bee...Love the picture and the juxtapositions. Have been shooting bleak landscapes with a Christmas Leica that captures cruel and sometimes lovely detail despite my inadequacies as a photographer. Pondering the new regime and the "Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats<BR/><BR/>TURNING and turning in the widening gyre<BR/>The falcon cannot hear the falconer;<BR/>Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<BR/>Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<BR/>The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<BR/>The ceremony of innocence is drowned;<BR/>The best lack all conviction, while the worst<BR/>Are full of passionate intensity.<BR/><BR/>Surely some revelation is at hand;<BR/>Surely the Second Coming is at hand.<BR/>The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out<BR/>When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi<BR/>Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert<BR/>A shape with lion body and the head of a man,<BR/>A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<BR/>Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it<BR/>Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.<BR/>The darkness drops again; but now I know<BR/>That twenty centuries of stony sleep<BR/>Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<BR/>And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<BR/>Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"<BR/><BR/>But perhaps my Yankee dour temperament is just more so than usual. Immediately improved by reading and taking Huskie mutt to beach. And there's always work. The exoskeleton which confines but also supports.Retrieverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09036341287285545932noreply@blogger.com