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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Winter holiday lights, Barcelona




Winter holiday lights, Barcelona

Midnight traffic slows giftward
at the posted throng of colors
curving above the street.
The guested camera
adjusts a partial phrase
to car wheels gone
as the lens lifts.
So the city opens forth
its festive evenings out—
Bright the winter streets, reflections
of a thought that comes and goes the read,
a table set for sharing.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016







 Diaries and/or  : Virginia Woolf's Modernist Path

Last January, based on information from Paula Maggio’s weblog “Blogging Woolf”, I posted a brief comment about Barbara Lounsberry’s book Becoming Virginia Woolf: Her Early Diaries and the Diaries She Read soon after it appeared. In today’s e-age of letter writing plus, where Facebook, DeviantArt, App.net and a long etc make it easy to get all ten fingers working, it is perhaps easy to lose sight of the advantages of re-considering Virginia Woolf’s diary reading. But on reflection, what do I read? And why. One specific reason why is clearly that constant flow between theory and practice in writing. What this comes down to I believe is authority—or if one prefers, authorship. And perhaps it is a simple step from authoring to mentoring, or self-mentoring. There are many names for the type of writing being referred to here. In keeping with the Woolfian reference, we speak of diary, but also of journal. Many of us feel we are writing autobiographies (sometimes even in our fictions). Where this leaves a person in relation to the e-age is debatable, but as is well known, it is being debated in many places—to the extent even of wondering how far away we are technologically from simply thinking our pieces onto the page while we put our fingers to other tasks. As part of our theorizing and doing, in any case, Lounsberry’s new book follows on from Becoming Woolf. The title is indicative of the far reaching nature of the overall project: Virginia Woolf’s Modernist Path: Her Middle Diaries and the Diaries She Read (U P of Florida). Thus, moving into Woolf’s middle period, her reading of 13 more diaries is discussed. Virginia Woolf’s influences are thus seen to have included the diaries (or journals or life writings—should some e-term be preferred?) of Beatrice Webb, Anton Chekhov, Stendhal, Katherine Mansfield and others. Names to conjure with… In all events I think this book will be a welcome addition for those of us interested in such intertextual and/or intermedial comparisons.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

green




green

kitchen drawing as well
metalgleam and cloth
dream parsley in a small glass tumbler
mother in the leaves
go like sunday              no special plans
terrazzoglisten and clothes
turning in the other room

Friday, October 28, 2016

incremental





incremental

short on capitals we filed in
schoolers like any number
any continent                so many
atoms                          hash breathed
marking another notchvoid
and out again               poured streetward
wafting crease and wrinkle on the ward


25.x.16

Thursday, September 29, 2016

adhesive





adhesive


two agave varieties against the sky

bean green                   blue green                    yellow

seasky out on the horizon line

skymud                       

beyond the book—a river

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Fried tips on dogwhiskers from Bosch to Brueghel the Younger





Fried tips on dogwhiskers from Bosch to Brueghel the Younger

Oaks from up the hill

A clumsy boot drops the blade

Next door is also no surprise                         soft black earth

The half painted balcony                               under the blue green window

Landmark decision yeah                               so count

But where are you now                                 really

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Howth



In celebration of summer, 2016!

On a short (six-day) trip to Dublin, Ireland, Montse and I visited Howth. The photos below were taken on our wander along the trail from The Summit to the village. In the distance we could see Lambay Island and Ireland’s Eye, and of course the bright blue waters of the Irish Sea. But the shots I’m putting up here concentrate on the colorful tangle of thicket. The wildflowers (the ones we recognized) are gorse, broom, heather—incredibly stimulating country to walk in!