Re

7 June 2014

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4 May 2014


It will not be for long

29 April 2014

.. Today
I’m filled with the fading memory of those flowers
that we both loved ..

1
.. while our eyes fill
with tears.
Of love, abiding love
it will be telling
though too weak a wash of crimson
colors it
to make it wholly credible ..

2

William Carlos Williams, from “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”

To speak

27 April 2014

The Book of Job 7:1-21

1 – “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

2 – As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,

3 – so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4 – When I lie down, I say,’When shall I arise, and the night be gone? ‘I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

5 – My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

6 – My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7 – Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

8 – The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.

9 – As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.

10 – He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

11 – “Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12 – Am I a sea, or a sea monster,that you put a guard over me?

13 – When I say, ‘My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;’

14 – then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:

15 – so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.

16 – I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

17 – What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,

18 – that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?

19 – How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

20 – If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

21 – Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.”

Swim

17 April 2014

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14 April 2014

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O Rose thou art sick

10 April 2014

O Rose thou art sick

..Sweet tortures fly on mystery wings
Pure evil is when flowers sing
My heart,
My heart is a rose..

Lungful

17 February 2014

Comme un oiseau

29 December 2013

Bluebell

28 December 2013


.. Forging bluebell words with every beat ..

bluebell

*music: Sieben, bonus track from the “Ogham Inside the Night’/‘Sex and Wildflowers” 2CD reissue

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