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See rightly

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2017 by Mj Rains

It is only with the heart

that one can see rightly;

what is essential

is invisible to the eye.

>Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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In art and dream…

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , on October 24, 2017 by Mj Rains

In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.

– Patti Smith

Image: the wit continuum

Surrender

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , on October 23, 2017 by Mj Rains

 

His eyes dark and voice

sweet. Surrender, he says,

and you fall.  There is no choice.

-Surrender, by Mj Rains

Image: Kit Harington

The Love of October

Posted in October with tags , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2017 by Mj Rains

A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by and old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun.

– W. S. Merwin, The Love of October

 

…a look at love

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2017 by Mj Rains

A look at Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, in which the narrator tries to remember everyone he has ever known and things he has done or not done. He takes a look at love, the waiting, the celebration of moments and small pleasures.

Diane Ackerman writes in A Natural History of Love: As an adult, the narrator falls in love with a certain Albertine, a dark-haired, unremarkable-looking girl of the lower middle class (“let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination”) whom he adores, and who ultimately decides to leave him. She is fickle and runs off to carouse with both male and female lovers. He tries to entice her back by offering to buy her a Rolls-Royce and a yacht. She agrees, only to be thrown by a horse and killed before she has a chance to return. In much of Remembrance, the narrator obsesses about Albertine with a fascination as disquieting and automatic as a hacking cough. She is the central planet in an unknown solar system. Every object she touches offers a glimpse of a bright new world. 

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