Power
by Adrienne Rich
Living in the earth-deposits of our history
Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.
Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body [...]
Archive for March, 2008
“from the same source as her power” Adrienne Rich
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Gratitude, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Writing on March 24, 2008 | 2 Comments »
“Bright he might survive” Liam Rector
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Writing on March 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Age Moves
by Liam Rector
Age moves in the hound
As it was in me moving
Through forest I found
As to dog I went
That year scrounging
Through Manhattan….
The wood opened out,
Unlikely in the city,
As to boy slandering
To leave his fitful home,
Bright he might survive
With his pen-knife only.
Absent One by Sharon Olds
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Community, Faith, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Community, Faith, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Writing on March 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Because it has been seven months. Because I still can’t believe you’re gone. Because I still pick up the phone, or start an e-mail, or think I’ve got to tell….too much loss this year, just too much.
Absent One
by Sharon Olds
People keep seeing you and telling me
how white you are, how thin you are.
I have [...]
“When we launched life on the river of grief…” Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Posted in Absence, Community, Faith, Friendship, Grief, Hope, Journey, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Rugby, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Work, tagged Absence, Community, Faith, Friendship, Grief, Hope, Journey, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Rugby, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Work on March 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
from You Tell Us What to Do
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz (Translation by Agha Shahid Ali)
When we launched life
on the river of grief,
how vital were our arms, how ruby our blood.
With a few strokes, it seemed,
we would cross all pain,
we would soon disembark.
That didn’t happen.
In the stillness of each wave we found invisible [...]
Archaeology by Lucie Brock-Broido
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Friendship, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Friendship, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Writing on March 5, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Archaeology
by Lucie Brock-Broido
A girl goes to the mountains every day
Unearthing dawn after dawn, wishing
The sifting bones would rise to the top
Like the separate castes of cream, white
Whiter, the most white. She will bring home
The pieces of an old world, line them gentle,
Side by side on the woolly Aztec blanket
On her bed. The ashblonde ivory of [...]
On Gifts For Grace by Bernadette Mayer…for my friend
Posted in Bennington, Community, Friendship, Journey, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged Bennington, Community, Friendship, Journey, Poetry on March 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
especially for my friend the passage falcon, with love.
On Gifts For Grace
by Bernadette Mayer
I saw a great teapot
I wanted to get you this stupendous
100% cotton royal blue and black checked shirt,
There was a red and black striped one too
Then I saw these boots at a place called Chuckles
They laced up to [...]
