Always a good way to set the tone for the day. I was introduced to Neruda,s poetry at an incredible reading by robert Bly who was translating his stuff. 1975 at Antioch college cafeteria with 50 people. Bly destroyed us that night .
The painting reminds me of one of my favorite paintings, Frederick Child Hassam’s depiction of Tremont Street at twilight along side The Boston Common.
I love Neruda but sometimes he needs to just get a hold of himself . I'm not saying he's not master but a bi-yearly blood transfusion from William Carlos Williams wouldn't have hurt . a little new years levity -- may all have a poetic year!
We imagine the addition of one a UFO engraved with unwritten mysteries more profound than those revealed in all the moments come before it and craft a clearing in anticipation of its alight
by flailing limbs face down in the dirts of yesterday’s trod those hamster-wheeled Suns and Moons turned prone angels gasping for breath and spitting errant weeds caught between the chasms where youth once chewed minted and eternal.
Yes, beginning of wet Wellies cold toes wanting a warm fire or St Bernard near by. Another year. Recycled and hope not a deja vu, but a new memory that we can live with and want to remember. Thanks for your response. I like your thoughts, yet I may be early in my decision process. I’ve only just begun, like a new year to see your style.
A great poem, a great day, a great year. Let’s be awake for it. Happy New Year!
Always a good way to set the tone for the day. I was introduced to Neruda,s poetry at an incredible reading by robert Bly who was translating his stuff. 1975 at Antioch college cafeteria with 50 people. Bly destroyed us that night .
Feliz año, mis amores.
gracias y a ti mismo
Thank you. I am reading Neruda every.morning to improve my Spanish, and this (in the original) was a great start to the year!
"In the quiet of year's end, time whispers a truth,
Old rituals and resolutions are but shadows, fleeting and void.
An eternal moment enfolds us, indivisible and pure,
Where life neither ends nor begins, but simply is, everlasting.
In this realization lies true freedom, unbound and untouched,
A serene rejection of year-end rituals and hollow promises anew."
Bonne et Heureuse Année 2024!
The painting reminds me of one of my favorite paintings, Frederick Child Hassam’s depiction of Tremont Street at twilight along side The Boston Common.
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lovely image, thankyou
I love Neruda but sometimes he needs to just get a hold of himself . I'm not saying he's not master but a bi-yearly blood transfusion from William Carlos Williams wouldn't have hurt . a little new years levity -- may all have a poetic year!
Complex, simple, beautiful
That was really great
We imagine the addition of one a UFO engraved with unwritten mysteries more profound than those revealed in all the moments come before it and craft a clearing in anticipation of its alight
by flailing limbs face down in the dirts of yesterday’s trod those hamster-wheeled Suns and Moons turned prone angels gasping for breath and spitting errant weeds caught between the chasms where youth once chewed minted and eternal.
- Happy New Year Outlaw People
Your words ring in my ears a song that resonates conversations connected by ear plugs shifting unseen.
I wonder:
Going my way?
Excited. Wet and wild. Worn and torn; I sit, watch the floor. Flick fleas from my feet. Pursue me with their tongues, whisper hitchhiking and say,
Going my way?
Nowhere but feet frozen in Mudville, and the weight of another dull ache.
Yes, beginning of wet Wellies cold toes wanting a warm fire or St Bernard near by. Another year. Recycled and hope not a deja vu, but a new memory that we can live with and want to remember. Thanks for your response. I like your thoughts, yet I may be early in my decision process. I’ve only just begun, like a new year to see your style.