i hear his music's okay.
Photo: Walker Evans (1935)
Theories of Time and Space
by Natasha Tretheway
You can get there from here, though
there’s no going home.
Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you’ve never been. Try this:
head south on Mississippi 49, one-
by-one mile markers ticking off
another minute of your life. Follow this
to its natural conclusion – dead end
at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where
riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitches
in a sky threatening rain. Cross over
the man-made beach, 26 miles of sand
dumped on a mangrove swamp – buried
terrain of the past. Bring only
what you must carry – tome of memory
its random blank pages. On the dock
where you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:
the photograph – who you were –
will be waiting when you return.
when graham and i started dating, we would walk along the dirtroad behind oak house and watch fireflies in the ravine the road ran beside. graham took this picture of the same road when it had been covered over with snow, and i was in thomasville preparing to leave for three months in england. this weekend graham asked me to marry him, and for the last few days athens skies have rained and rained, and that road out back of the oak house is green and lush and covered in drops.
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
The Tyger. William Blake. 1794.
sven & vered armster
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:
They waste, they wither worse; they as they run
Or bring more or more blazon man's distress.
And I not help. Nor word now of success:
All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one—
Work which to see scarce so much as begun
Makes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness.
Or what is else? There is your world within.
There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.
Your will is law in that small commonweal...
gerard manley hopkins, 1918.
what’s the opposite of crepe murder?
courtesy of chrissy’s blog: http://christinaklug.blogspot.com/. she’s quite good, you know.