the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: April, 2011

i can still listen

“I have to lie down, have lunch, go get a haircut, make believe we have a purpose to living,” he says. “I’m still living. I can still listen to an opera.”

~ an interview with maurice sendak

sendak illustration from no fighting, no biting

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a place like this

What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?

That’s what I’d like to know, what are we all doing in a place like this?

read: deer dancer by joy harjo
listen: ian matthews desert inn

ps: the desert inn was a few blocks from our old home

what should our gaze mean?

We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.

Waves leapfrogged and came
straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.

Standing on such a hill,
what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold.

“How far could you swim, Daddy,
in such a storm?”
“As far as was needed,” I said,
and as I talked, I swam.

(With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach by william stafford)

photo from theselby via the shiny squirrel

to age

“…we can say first of all that to age is an organic phenomenon.”

simone de beauvoir’s interview on the coming of age
(photo of gitte lee: here and more)

the rooster and his white hens

The afternoon I wrote to you about the rooster and his hens we came back to the ranch to find them gone–the little white hens almost without a trace–and piles of rooster’s green and bronze and black feathers scattered everywhere. By searching carefully I found four white feathers a short distance from the house. The coyotes had come–at least four of them I think because otherwise the dogs could have protected rooster and his hens. Coyotes waste nothing and so it is as if the white hens were never here; the rooster, on the other hand, was always a strange creature. A number of times I would be talking to Denny and would feel as if we were not alone; when I looked out the open window I’d find the rooster listening outside like a being out of some Haitian voodoo story. Now when the wind blows I find feathers, every time thinking that surely now I am seeing them for the last time, but finding them again and again. What is remarkable though are the colors of the feathers, which remain undimmed, and the texture of the feathers, which is as glossy as if they had only just fallen from him; and all this after weeks of the feathers blowing around the ground in dust and rain.

1.a tarkovsky polaroid: Domiziana Giordani, Actress, Bagno Vignoni, 2 November 1982
2. a letter to james wright written by leslie marmon silko

here are mine

“And then, when noon comes,
Each stranger
Has no room left in the light
Except for only his hands.
Here are mine. They are kind of skinny. May I have your
lovely trees?”
— James Wright

and here are picasso’s

inside

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

~Maya Angelou

photo from doug aitken’s migration – thank you ariela

the perfume of roses

recipe for rose perfume:

  • Harvest 10 to 15 roses. Go into your garden (or garden center) and select the most fragrant roses. Typically you want to choose the roses that are opening up, but not yet in complete bloom. Check for insect or other damage to the petals, and choose only perfect roses.

  • Separate the petals. Lay them out on a counter or table and inspect for any insect or damage.
  • Rinse the petals. The easiest way to do this is to place the petals in a colander and gently rinse them with cool water. Allow the petals to drain for a few minutes.
  • Lay out the cheesecloth. Get the jar, take off the lid and line the jar with cheesecloth. Use enough cheesecloth to hang over and outside of the jar when the lid is on.
  • Put the rose petals into the cheesecloth.
  • Add water, filling the jar. Close the top.
  • Allow the rose petals to sit. You can leave the jar inside, or take it outside and let it sit in the sun. If you put the jar in the sun, don’t leave it longer than 2 hours. If you keep the rose petals inside, let them sit overnight.
  • Set the cooking pot on the stove.
  • Strain the roses. Open the jar and carefully take out the cheesecloth filled with rose petals. Hold the cheesecloth over the cooking pot and squeeze until all the water in is the pot.
  • Simmer the rose perfume for about half an hour on medium-low heat. When the time is up, allow the mixture to cool.
  • Pour the rose perfume into small bottles that have tight-fitting lids. Perfume bottles work best, but any bottle with a lid will work.

perfume recipe here
and this too

electric

“…The atmosphere isn’t as electric as it once was,
and they now have about as much charm as a medical conference.”

carine photo from here
her interview here

skeleton dancing (with glasses)

River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home
It’s a far gone lullaby sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I’ve come since I first left home

Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul

Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank’s green edge it will grow, grow, grow

photo: woodstock from here
singing: a ditty from the dead
get your customized tie-dye here: here