Tuesday, October 2, 2012

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Franz Kafka 




you will know you have learned when you know you can never learn

Friday, September 28, 2012

“We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.” 
― Hermann Hesse



santa barbara, ca

an old man wakes this morning
just as he has every other morning
of his short life

he folds a towel over his arm
and prepares coffee before 
scuttling out to the porch

where he will sit and watch
the sun rise solemnly over the acres
of land his body has worked

every day of his life 

or is it the sun that wakes

just as it has every other morning
of this man's life and many more
who scuttles over brim of the earth

to peek at generations of fresh
eyes and withered hands and full
hearts rising to their tasks

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

small wins in furtive forms


“You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.” 
― Annie Proulx



life is a game of 
inches, precariously 
holding us aloft

Monday, September 24, 2012

yoga night


“To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking.” 
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking.”  ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ready.  fire.  aim.   
our mind's phonograph needles tap clandestine
hopes in our spines while our necks crane slightly 
forward and trigger our eyelids like painted 
garage doors to shut.  our mouths purse in half-smile 
half-wince gestures. accordingly sinews of every muscle 
pull and wrap like roots of a great tree. we concentrate
to listen because we have to hear, we must hear 
this. this is a falling off, a breathless cliff dive.  we are neither
here nor there.  we are so intent upon the present 
that we are cast as bystanders to our own 
inner swan dive along rocky cliffs. these words 
must be uttered, this noise must pass. we all 
must hear.  so that after great effort, our spines wrinkle 
back together like exhausted accordions, our heads
lean on our partner’s shoulders, our hands droop like flower 
bulbs and we are spent, but content, for we heard 
what we had to hear.  deep breath.  ---

Sunday, September 23, 2012

re-disovered objects

i've moved from boston to california.  and from california back to boston.  

i've come and left and come back again.  

and so it is with this virtual space.  i'm making a new commitment to curious abstractions for the time being.  i will try and post frequently (maybe once a day).  and see how it goes.

what is a curious abstraction you ask and why the couch?

a friend of mine once had to leave mexico city last second and was not able to keep all of her belongings - pictures, generations-old family pieces, etc.  solution?  she built a fake wall in her apartment and put all of the things she could not take behind it.  

she has never yet returned.  but her possessions remain there waiting for her.  

hello couch.  i am back to pass notes under the generous fibers of your being once again.  

thanks for the space.

cheers,
fresh