how we squander our hours of pain.
how we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration
to see if they have an end. though they are really
seasons of us, our winter-
enduring foliage, ponds, meadows, our inborn landscape,
where birds and reed-dwelling creatures are at home. -RILKE
dear beautiful people: have a wonderful summer.
i am trying to put many things that are defying words- into such words.
here’s what i got goin’ on, would love to see you to share some words & hugs:
** (new queens series) RAGE READINGS 7/6/15 8pm @ astoria coffee
** LAST FRIDAYZ at local project in LIC produced by inspired word 7/31/15 7pm
** hosting open mic, performing & presenting NATURE OF THE MUSE readers sweta vikram, michael stahl, kevin marquez, crystal rivera & m. leona godin at QUEENS LIT FEST @ LIC Bar (aug 1 & 2, 11-5pm; nature of the muse features on 8/2, 2pm)
and from the rupture
that was breaking our hearts
we came forth clean again,
loving each other
without dream, without sand,
complete and radiant,
sealed by fire. -NERUDA
i wish this for you this summer.
into the wild,
on the journey again-
in the immortal christopher mccandless’ words-
perhaps not conclude, but continue- ever, continue…
we, only, can see death; the free animal
has its decline in back of it, forever,
and god in front, and when it moves, it moves
already in eternity, like a fountain. -RILKE
till we meet again.
i’m always gonna go where the westlin’ winds do go.
if you have a sec, check out the UPDATED COMPASS PROJECT PAGE!
i’m pretty excited about it & sending more poetry stickers out soon (foto by jan in baltimore :))