29 December 2010
28 December 2010
be gold. be home. be found.
thinking of what lies ahead. making real all the tales you have read.
your days out here are not alone. now you have a place to call your home.
as every snow fall comes to rest. each day will end in sunset.
i know that your days will be gold. before we fade as all of us grow old.
brand new footprints on this land. touching colors with your hands.
we look upon this new frontier. with mountains far and rivers near.
the wilderness your playground. now we rest with all our safety found.last days
24 December 2010
Lines for Winter
for Ros Krauss
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
- Mark Strand
Night Ferry
Blood-drop, lung of fire setting past
the sea bell and wave; why am I separate
from that giant burrowing into further life?
The body breathes and rides
a heavy-netted ocean swollen
by the tide. Under the half-moon
it’s the lighthouse light that turns
the rest of me to early nightfall,
headland, home. I send it back,
a mirrored flickering across cold waters.
We allow ourselves the crest that breaks
above the surface then re-forms.
We make it human and we call it love.
This wintering is my own and not the world’s,
although the world is wintering.
- Peter Sacks
22 December 2010
1,000 illuminated poems
light in words
words in light
"With the installation 1.000 poems by mail, we wanted to illuminate the poetry and at the same time and ensure that the visitors actively enjoyed the installation.
To do this, we filled the garden with 1,000 white envelopes containing poems written especially for the occasion by the poets who participated in the festival.
The lit envelopes remained hanging in the garden for 3 days, serving as intimate illumination for the poetic festival. The last night, with light still in the interior, they were offered to the public as keepsakes, or better yet, for them to address to a loved one, to whom we would send the envelope.
With the intervention we wanted to look a little towards the past, in a nostalgic way and remember times in which important words travelled in envelopes.
We also wanted each person that read the poetic message, to think of an important person to whom they would like it to arrive.
We collected about 100 envelopes with addresses which we hurried to send to their recipients. Knowing that the letters arrived still illuminated filled us with joy."
To do this, we filled the garden with 1,000 white envelopes containing poems written especially for the occasion by the poets who participated in the festival.
The lit envelopes remained hanging in the garden for 3 days, serving as intimate illumination for the poetic festival. The last night, with light still in the interior, they were offered to the public as keepsakes, or better yet, for them to address to a loved one, to whom we would send the envelope.
With the intervention we wanted to look a little towards the past, in a nostalgic way and remember times in which important words travelled in envelopes.
We also wanted each person that read the poetic message, to think of an important person to whom they would like it to arrive.
We collected about 100 envelopes with addresses which we hurried to send to their recipients. Knowing that the letters arrived still illuminated filled us with joy."
19 December 2010
favorite music of 2010
1. menomena - mines
2. eluvium - similes
3. magic man - real life color
4. deftones - diamond eyes
5. gregory and the hawk - leche
6. future islands - in evening air
5. gregory and the hawk - leche
6. future islands - in evening air
7. gold panda - lucky shiner
8. ólafur arnalds - ...and they have escaped the weight of darkness
9. goldmund - famous places
10. toro y moi - causers of this
11. hauschka - foreign landscapes
12. jónsi - go
tracks of the year
07 December 2010
05 December 2010
I Trust Paul Celan
1.
Speak, you too,speak as the last one,
have your say.
Speak--
But do not separate the no from the yes.
Give your saying also meaning:
give it its shadow.
Give it enough shadow,
give it as much
as you know to be parceled out between
midnight and midday and midnight.
Look around:
see how alive it gets all around--
At death! Alive!
Speaks true, who speaks shadows.
But now the place shrinks, on which you stand:
Whereto now, shadow-stripped one, whereto?
Climb. Feel yourself upwards.
Thinner you become, unrecognizable, finer!
Finer: a fathom
along which it wants to descend, the star:
to swim down below, below
where he sees himself swimming: in the swell
of wandering words.
(translated by Pierre Joris)
2.
As for God, quoting Kafka:
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no."
("Sometimes God, sometimes nothing.")
(Jean Daive on Paul Celan)
3.
Is stammering a waste of words?
Yes and No.
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