Even If
Joan Ann Lansberry
June 11, 1998
Beyond the window
Birds in tonal purity
Sing even if no one's listening.- - - - - - - - - - - - - JAL, 6-11-98
June 12, 1998
I put my hand out to the door,
Flat out, open out:
Clenched fist learns nothing.- - - - - - - - - - - - - JAL, 6-12-98
June 13, 1998
I feel myself succumbing to the cold that first claimed Laura. She is mostly over the cold and has antibiotics to fight a sinus and lung infection that remains. I want to surf the web, but while laying in bed, so all I have to do is look at a giant ceiling monitor.
We received a lovely image in e-mail from one of our
correspondents. Here's what Sylvie had to say about it:
I've been playing with a Linux image manipulation program
called GIMP, practicing cut-aways. I've been drawn to an image
of an angel that was part of a copy of a famous painting that I
downloaded around Christmas. The angel Gabriel is from the
painting "The Cestello Annunciation" by Alessandro Botticelli.
Late last night as I was finishing the cut-away I was inspired to
put together the finished image I have attached... it was
inspired by a quote of yours that you used in closing in some of
your correspondence to me. . .
Sylvie's angel is a treasure.
There you will find
Hadewijch II, 1200 CE
I found this yesterday evening on Luna's "Goddess Goddess
Where? Everywhere! page: (http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Oracle/8969/). These ancient words are drawing me to hazy secrets held within myself, tantalizing me. With greater focus, they may clarify.
In the evening we retired to the bedroom to join Julia, for her
weekend is waning to a close. Julia was taping music for
listening to while at work. The Band of the Life Guards,
the oldest regiment of the British Army, made its brass fanfare
"Royal Salute" while we communed.
Feeling frisky after the season of sickness, we spontaneously
frolicked. What a kick to make love in rhythm to "Rule Britannia"!
Bright sun is heating the earth.
I reach down and reach up, pinning
Everywhere,
Again, this morning while bathing myself, I saw the persistent
arachnid. S/he kept climbing the wall, only to fall and try
again. I watched he/r efforts spellbound, remembering Whitman's
Noiseless Patient Spider:
A noiseless patient spider,
June 15, 1998
June 16, 1998
You who want knowledge,
seek the Oneness within
the clear mirror
already waitingJune 17, 1998
June 18, 1998
Enveloped
The warmth soaks into my back
as I reach down into a deep basket
of wet vestments,
which will cover the backs of the ones I love.
each spanned against the great blue sky,
banners of color: red, fuschia, gold, white.
I raise these flags high
`til the sun which heats the earth
coaxs the moisture from them
back into the air,
into the air which surrounds us all.
we are enveloped in radiance.June 21, 1998
Summer has begun!
By afternoon, it was 104 degrees in the shade of our porch
yesterday.
June 22, 1998
A Noiseless Patient Spider
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of
itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to
connect them,
Till the bridge you need will be formed, till the ductile anchor
hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
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