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Posted in Photography, Poetry, tagged Beyond right and wrong, les tuileries, Photograph, poem, Rumi on November 11, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Les Tuileries, Paris. 2011.
Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrong doing
There is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about
language, ideas, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi
مولانا جلال الدين محمد بلخى
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Photography, Poetry, tagged glow, moon, moon salutations, Photograph, poem, poetry of the moon on November 10, 2011| Leave a Comment »
La Seine, Paris. Photograph+ Digital Alteration. November 2011.
I am sorry
For my jumbled mess of thoughts
my contradictions
my ash offerings
I am sorry
for my sterile hips
for burning like a fallow candle
for not fathoming your fullness
(I salute it now).
Penelope undoes at night
her morning’s narrative.
It changes with each day:
two steps forward and one back
is not a step forward.
In fact, it is very much like
marching in place
while wearing a hair shirt.
I am sorry for my darkness
For wanting to hurt you with dandelions
for standing by a ripped promise
like a stubborn stone.
I write because
I have to.
If necessary, I can beg for a pen and paper
to hold again my favorite barbed wire.
(Sylvia Plath tell me again
how much fun it is
to write a poem).
…
I move my arms to caress
the petals of a giant sunflower
Inhale, lenghten
Exhale, melt.
In my raw silence,
my shard-sharp mind, my heart-awareness
forgetfulness is that one wine
I cannot purchase:
The door was ajar
yet I chose not to enter.
“Forgive my thoughts,
for they bloom at night
Nightflower’d orphans
banished by light”.
San Diego, November 2011.
Posted in Photography, Poetry, tagged Beyond right and wrong, dark night of the soul, Giovanni della Croce, Le Marais, Paris, Photograph, Poetry, Rumi, St.John Of the Cross, Sufi and Christian Mystics on November 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Calvary and Atonement. Paris, Le Marais district. October 2011
On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!–
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy
chance!–
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my
heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me–
A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, Books, Photography, photography, Poetry, Writing, tagged art, fog, Huda Ablan, marine layer, Photograph, poem, Poetry, poetry and photgraphy, Strangers, the poetry of arab women on October 30, 2011| Leave a Comment »
October 2011
Strangers
by Huda Ablan
1.
No one belongs to the path
except a pocket
stuffed with the leaves of the night.
It keeps steps in stock
from a shop at the crossroads of the will,
patched with the skin of an old dream.
When yawning,
it invites them to a dance
with few feet and much madness.
When hungry,
it devours their warm, ripe whispers.
When thirsty,
it drinks their cries washed with holy water.
When lonely,
it forsakes its lenght and shrinks
to a remote corner of the heart
leafing through pictures of those
who have passed away
ensnaring with their song…
It will cast glances,
and tremble with the silence.
2.
No one belongs to the rose
except its melting
in the hand of a sad lover
who plucks it from slumber
every morning
and plants it in the vase of a tear
overflowing with pain.
He teaches how love sings
and how to breathe the secret
hiding behind the eyes
so it may reveal itself
No one belongs to the heart.
Immersed in opening its chambers–
Shut tight with red forgetfulness–
It stirs the beats of a love
over which a curtain has been drawn
for a thousand nights,
and shakes a cup of blood
freezing as it faces circulation.
It alone
stabs the rug of a wound
made ready for crying
and prays
There is no one in the house
is dozing cracks obscure
the rounded journey of a small sun.
In the enclosure of the spirit
its walls bend in the face
of blows from the winds.
Its warmth ages and shrinks
in the coldness of waiting.
With the eyes of the absent
it soaks up warm places that flow
at the very edge of the passage
and melts in the shudder
of an endless beckoning.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Posted in Architecture, art, Paris Diaries, Photography, Quotes, tagged colors, fall, fire, impressionist painting, lanterns, Paris, Photograph, seine, water on October 24, 2011| 2 Comments »
Lanternes et Notredame. Paris. 2011
To walk in Paris is to behold, and be part of, a living and continuously changing painting.
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art, Art Show, Berkeley Diaries, Competitions and Collaborations, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Experiments, Le flâneur, Photography, photography, Portfolio of Work, Spontaneous Constructs, Thought in the Alley, tagged city imagery., COmpetition, flaneur, international photography, one life international photography competition, Photograph, Photography, photography competition, trip around the world, Urban art on August 19, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Entry for ONE LIFE | An International Photography Competition.
I decided to participate ( characteristically last-minute) to ONE LIFE, an international photography competition, in the ‘City Imagery’ category.
Click here (or on the image above) to see the entry at a higher resolution and, if you like what you see, vote and share my photograph.
The prize is $10,000 or a trip around the world. Guess what I would pick.
Posted in Architecture, architecture, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Photography, tagged Central Park, greeks, lumix camera, Mad Men, Manhattan, new york, Photograph, topos, Utopia on August 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »
View from Central Park, Manhattan. Lumix camera + Digital Alteration. Summer 2011.
The Greeks had two different interpretation for the word “Utopia”.
The first one (pronounced U-topos) meant “the good place”.
The second, pronounced Ü-topos, meant “the place that cannot be”.
Paraphrasing Mad Men.
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