Left at home
Locked in a chest,
That scoundrel love
Has grasped me again.
Prince Hozumi
Fifth son of Japanese Emperor Temmu
Acting Prime Minister from 705 until his death in 715
Tag: drawing
2018…
Today
is the last day
of the worst year
of my life
The only comfort is so small
that it is no comfort at all:
that next year will be even worse
as will each one that follows
There is no road ahead, just a path
with cliffs on either side
and the disorienting knowledge of
the ugliness of self-pity
Like most people…
Like most people, the first time I saw a ghost it was hanging over the bathroom sink. Part of him was me but most of him was not. What was most recognizable about him was the fact that it would take very little effort to shatter him into shards.
Let it burn
The world shrinks
And life expands
It’s funny the way things work
Everything we go through
Gives us a new chance to learn
Everything is fuel
Let it burn
Specificity
It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different.
We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else. You know how dreams are.
Your hair was bouncing in my face and I could smell it. I can smell it still: heavy with the warmth of your blood.
Your hair was bouncing in my face and I could smell it. I can smell it still: heavy with the warmth of your blood.
CitySketch: Trees
The trees of the city – not the ones in the parks but the ones in the sidewalks and courtyards, surrounded by concrete – watch over us the way our elders always have, with understanding and indulgence.
They say, “It is possible to survive even the strangulation of your roots.”
They say, “Make a home in me, little birds, and let your hatchlings grow here.”
They say, “Take some oxygen; it’s free.”
They say, “We are all going to die. It’s OK. We may all live again. Who’s to say?”
CitySketch: Lamppost
There are 1,600 lampposts scattered across Central Park’s 843 acres. They were designed in 1980 by architects Gerald Allen and Kent Bloomer, to replace the original electric lamps that were designed in 1910 by Henry Bacon, architect of the Lincoln Memorial.
The Landmarks Commission held hearings to decide if the lamps would be of modern design or if they should continue the tradition of the original lamps, attempting to blend into the landscape. Those who favored the natural design proved more persuasive.
”The whole idea of the natural landscape reproduced in the man-made elements of the park was in the spirit of those times and is traceable to the 19th-century theoretician John Ruskin. The Bacon lamppost itself depicts seeds, leaves, stems and a trunk. The lamppost was a metaphor for a plant.” Kent Bloomer
Fun fact: at the base of each lamp are four numbers. The first two are the nearest cross-street north to south and the last two let you know if you’re on the east or west side of the park. Even numbers are east and odd are west.
