A Unique Trust Placed in Chance and Eternity: Philosopher Alain Badiou on How We Fall and Stay in Love | Brain Pickings

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A meditation

Quite without effort,
words coalesce: the bright brooch
of significance.

A wisp, a whisper
of wistfulness, of wanting …
gritted teeth, desire.

Breathing empties me;
a single candle flickers,
sparks a forest-fire.

All futures blossom
on one ancient tree; sways still
the eternal dance.

(08 February 2015)

 

Reading between the lines

words on face (20 May 2013)

words on face (20 May 2013)

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In the public library.

Browsing the latest issue of ArtForum (May 2013), leafing rapidly through page after page of advertisements.

There’s always a pen and paper handy: poems often happen when I’m reading.

I’d gone past, but needed to go back and find it again: words were beginning to form …

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There are words
written all over my face

I see words
in the mirror

If you bother to read me
……… take the time to read me

I doubt you’d have understood
even if you’d read carefully

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The image shown here is a detail of my re-photographing of the magazine advertisement referred to above.

Further information: http://www.faurschou.com/

http://vernissage.tv/blog/2013/05/15/shirin-neshat-the-book-of-kings-faurschou-foundation-beijing/

Magnolia

magnolia

magnolia

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Ela has an eye for images that are striking and powerful – as you will see as you browse her blog: memyselfandela.

Ela – a Romanian woman living in the United Kingdom – says she is “proud of being Romanian [and] … proud of being myself.”

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The link to the poem that accompanies the magnolia image is:  http://memyselfandela.wordpress.com/2013/02/04/night-thought/

Borne again

Waterlilies soar to the water's surface craving sunlight, copyright © Michel Loup

Waterlilies soar to the water’s surface craving sunlight, copyright © Michel Loup

Diving into a
dirty pool deep enough
to drown in: spluttering,

I swallow down my
childhood memories, afloat
on this flimsy film.

Let this monkey go

We buy things we don't need ...

as seen on Facebook, 14 Oct 2012

The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle:
Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses,
it swings from one desire to the next,
one conflict to the next,
one self-centered idea to the next.
If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.

Let this monkey go.
Let the senses go.
Let desires go.
Let conflicts go.
Let ideas go.
Let the fiction of life and death go.
Just remain in the center, watching.

And then forget that you are there.

from Hua Hu Ching: The Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu
translated by Brian Walker

Hard choices?

Step into your choices and stop telling yourself that you can’t, when what you really mean is that you don’t want other people to feel the way you think [they’re] going to feel when they see you making the choices you really want to make. Got it? (Neale Donald Walsch)

Knot of pain

Two inches above my navel
lies a knot of pain,
identifying itself as
‘promise unfulfilled’.
Under pressure, it divides:
to the left lies ‘envy’,
to the right, ‘regret’.

Two inches above my navel
lies a mark, a target,
the measure of my inadequacy … 
which may be seen as
‘potential unexploited’.

Nothing new here; this is an undated poem I uncovered a few days ago whilst preparing to move to my new apartment. Although I recall writing it, I don’t remember anything about the circumstances.

On the other side of the paper, there’s something relating to a music project I was working on, which suggests that the poem was written in the late 1990s.

The knot is no longer there.

Window view

window view (01 Feb 2012)

window view (01 Feb 2012)

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Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. (George Bernard Shaw)

Another image from my Nelson holiday, this is really more about the window than the view, as much about the glass as the trees and the sky.

Knight on a plough horse

Daily rituals are important … and there are several I try not to miss.

In the morning, a glass of pomegranate juice helps me swallow the meds and supplements – after I’ve lit candles and chanted Christian and Buddhist prayers.

And every day – usually in the evening – I write.

Knight of Pentacles (Rider-Waite version)

Knight of Pentacles (Rider-Waite version), artist Pamela Colman Smith; from the actual 1909 deck, no longer under copyright.

Drawing Tarot cards is not generally part of my daily routine … although, over the past few days, I have done it several times.

This morning’s card was the Knight of Pentacles. The knights all represent work, effort, and responsibility, but this one (in the words of Biddy Tarot) “is engaged in the often toilsome, routine efforts required to realise the dreams of his heart.”

Biddy describes the Knight of Pentacles as methodical and rigorous – meticulous, or even a perfectionist – ascribing to him such qualities as patience, reliability, responsibility, and commitment. “Though his visions may not be earth-shattering, and his methods are certainly not original, the Knight of Pentacles sees that everything he undertakes will meet with nothing but success.”

Biddy talks about “[the] need to follow a routine to ensure that an important task or job is completed from start to finish at the standard expected.

“You are in ‘implementation mode’,” she adds, “and are committed to getting the job done, even if it requires hard work along the way.”

Doesn’t this sound like she’s talking directly and specifically to as us writers?

I don’t actually need reminding that I will “make sure that everything is planned and executed down to the finest detail … will never leave a job half done … complete all assigned tasks and projects to a certain standard and … follow through on [my] promises.”

If you’re still in doubt about your role as a knight on a plough horse, read Biddy Tarot for yourself.