I once had a workshop with Mr. ably and his zither instrument and his suspenders - just before we had one with Meredith Monk who kicked our knees out from under us . We had to lay down ina dark room after that experience. A memory of Art School in Chicago thank you.
My mother is hanging in there but on her last legs. She keeps telling me over and over again how grateful she is for their small house in the woods that we built with our own hands. Home. A place owned, nobody or almost nobody can take away. Glad to be reminded of this.
Robert was a kind teacher at several seminars I participated in. And his translations of Rilke, Kabir, Mirabai and Ekelof opened my eyes to a world of mind expanding poems.
My house. MY home. I've had a few before this one. But this one....this one is mine. The home I was born in. The home I will die in. Remnants of my great-grandmother linger. My home.
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I once had a workshop with Mr. ably and his zither instrument and his suspenders - just before we had one with Meredith Monk who kicked our knees out from under us . We had to lay down ina dark room after that experience. A memory of Art School in Chicago thank you.
My mother is hanging in there but on her last legs. She keeps telling me over and over again how grateful she is for their small house in the woods that we built with our own hands. Home. A place owned, nobody or almost nobody can take away. Glad to be reminded of this.
I am Melancholia
Just woke to this... gratitude...
As much as I love Edward Hopper and as much as this looks like it was painted by him, this painting is actually by Zach Thurmond: http://zackthurmond.blogspot.com/2007/12/edward-hoppers-coffee-16x20-ac.html
It's obviously an homage, though. And it's lovely.
Robert was a kind teacher at several seminars I participated in. And his translations of Rilke, Kabir, Mirabai and Ekelof opened my eyes to a world of mind expanding poems.
My house. MY home. I've had a few before this one. But this one....this one is mine. The home I was born in. The home I will die in. Remnants of my great-grandmother linger. My home.
Enjoyed reading the post. Yes I also have traveled through interesting times to get here.
I feel special coming in a little late and being the 100th reader to click the like button.
Good to read some Bly.
Thank u ❤️
This is so comforting
Interesting photograph