Monday, November 30, 2009
i'd never met her
yet she hunched her shoulder between us
as though we were enemies.
i walked away.
along the sidewalk
the wind shifted
spiky red blooms
shimmered in the fragile fragmentation
of noonday sunlight,
a dancing spectrum of blessings
for those who break,
and for those who would repair
that which has been broken.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
These are some of the first images I took with the Sony DSC T-90 I got in July, just as I moved to Oakland. The camera was either stolen or lost a couple weeks ago. That camera was a very lovely work of ingenuity and elegance. So slim and tiny to have so many marvelous capabilities. I was very attached; we had quite a passionate collaboration that camera and me!
Well, the replacement, the Sony DSC W-290, is finally here, no touchscreen, but less expensive, and a slightly more powerful lense. I haven't got much enthusiasm yet. I have to grieve the passing of the old before embracing the new, I guess, and that's what I'm doing tonight. The good news is, I should be posting some fresh images in the next few days.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
So, yes, there is water on the moon. According to the article from space.com cited below, there are two possible sources for the water. One is that it is carried by comets. The other is that it is created on the moon through an ongoing process. The solar wind consists of positively charged hydrogen atoms. The wind, at one third the speed of light, (very fast), slams into the moon with great force, breaking up the molecules of the soil, freeing up oxygen. Hydrogen meets oxygen and, abracadabra, there is H2O. The tangible outcome of sun meets moon is water.
"It's Official: Water Found on the Moon"
By Andrea Thompson
Senior Writer
space.com
posted: 23 September 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
A circle of crows or ravens
ganged up on one of their own this morning
among frosted leaves near the baseball diamond's home plate;
the victim was screaming and struggling beneath their pecking.
My approach interfered with the attack.
They flapped and collected in bare branches above,
gazing balefully at me.
I thought it was over food
but when I examined the spot in the dust,
no evidence at all.
ganged up on one of their own this morning
among frosted leaves near the baseball diamond's home plate;
the victim was screaming and struggling beneath their pecking.
My approach interfered with the attack.
They flapped and collected in bare branches above,
gazing balefully at me.
I thought it was over food
but when I examined the spot in the dust,
no evidence at all.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
While the clothes were going round and round at the laundromat, I read from a chapter called 'The Renku' in the book Matsuo Basho by Makoto Ueda. Matsuo Basho, who lived in the 1600s, was a master haiku poet but his talents in renku were considered even greater. Renku is a unique, very structured process where a team of poets takes turns creating verses of a long collaborative poem. Each uses the last lines of the previous poet's effort to begin the next stanza. Ueda's description of the process makes it sound like performance art, or a party game.
'From the individual poet's point of view, each verse has a double meaning, one conscious and the other unconscious. One of the factors that make renku writing exciting lies in the development of this unconscious meaning. A poet composes a verse, and a few minutes later he finds to his amusement that one of his teammates interprets it in a way he had not thought of.'
The poem Ueda uses as an example is called 'A Winter Shower'. There's a balancing act going on, where the poets strive to become a unified force, but through preserving their distinct personalities, writing styles, and imaginations. The process leads to startling shifts in direction and perspective as they move the poem forward, a shared journey that's both cohesive and chaotic.
(The sculpture pictured above is located on the Tulane University campus.)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
banana tree
she polished the impossible mirror,
coaxed the vacuum back to life
he produced photos:
half a dad in pink,
the house called 'Camp No Problem'
a dog yelps on the phone
someone is tapping
a hammer to the roof
the baby wails
clomp
clomp
clomp
goes the ceiling
beep
beep
beep
goes the street
sun turns
leaves to emeralds;
train calls
r u home?
that's how
a day is lost
she polished the impossible mirror,
coaxed the vacuum back to life
he produced photos:
half a dad in pink,
the house called 'Camp No Problem'
a dog yelps on the phone
someone is tapping
a hammer to the roof
the baby wails
clomp
clomp
clomp
goes the ceiling
beep
beep
beep
goes the street
sun turns
leaves to emeralds;
train calls
r u home?
that's how
a day is lost
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Mount Shasta's complex topography includes four volcanic cones. The shadowy peak to the right in this photo, secondary to the largest cone, is known as Shastina.
Here are a couple of quotes I found in Wiki:
Joaquin Miller:
"Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California."
John Muir:
"When I first caught sight of it over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley, I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since."
Thursday, November 5, 2009
This photo is of a Neon Glow Light. They were manufactured in the US from the 1930s through the 70s, and are still marketed in other countries. Flowers were popular subjects, as were cartoon figures.
Here's a link to a collector:
http://www.bulbcollector.com/faq.html]
Funny how people get satisfaction from collecting matchbooks, owl figurines, wind-up toys, vintage tools, Faberge eggs, old postcards. Look at this one:
http://luxfanatic.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog
Then some of us are just magpies who pick up feathers, pretty rocks, and shiny things, who can't resist a marble, or a bright dime. Of what use is that?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Love is the heart of Shintaido.
You who practice Shintaido are friends-
confide in each other.
Do not hesitate during practice,
but use your technique uncompromisingly
to form real friendship.
Practice with a beginner's mind
even if you are experienced.
Always enrich your own practice privately,
just as a real Christian offers prayers in a secret place.
Try diligently to elevate your spirituality to a higher point.
Reflect on what you are, improve your skill
make your practice perfect.
Learning is only one side of practice.
You will find the other side through teaching.
Teach those of less experience
with high regard for their personalities
simply and warmly.
There is no limit to a practice that can vary and progress
with a person, their time, their circumstances...
Pursue the truth of nature, pray for liberty
love and respect life.
Hiroyuki Aoki
from the Shintaido Student Handbook
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
the moon hung
over a squat building
soon to burst through
tangled power lines
a bright bullet from the muzzle
i could taste
the tension of the wires
the metallic bite
of people on the sidewalks
short fused
their colors on parade
ready to fly
off the handle
into full night
give them each
a drink a song but no
this white moon
will have its dark say
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