The wastelands westward

+++ PASSAGE OVER WATER by Robert Duncan We have gone out in boats upon the sea at night, lost, and the vast waters close traps of fear about us.The boats are driven apart, and we are alone at last under the incalculable sky, listless, diseased with stars. Let the oars be idle, my love, and forget at this timeour love like a knife between usdefining the boundaries that we can never cross nor destroy as we drift into the heart of our dream, cutting the silence, slyly, the bitter rain in our mouths and the dark wound closed in behind…

Collage

+++ Legato con amore in un volume, ció che per l’universo si squaderna: by love into a single volume bound, the pages scattered through the universe: – Paradiso, XXXIII +++ Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn – Sonnet LXVIII +++ To ask or search I blame thee not, for heavenIs as the book of God before thee set,Wherein to read his wondrous works, and learnHis seasons, hours, or days, or months, or years – Paradise Lost +++ a book made full of days (pages), a ready effort full of all places then that may be because I…

Collage (Leaving Hanover)

THIS SONG, by Max Richter.“On the Nature of Daylight.” + “Then round about that place there grew up a wall of thorns,and the thorns held fast together like hands.”-The Brothers Grim, Sleeping Beauty + OFTEN I AM PERMITTED TO RETURN TO A MEADOWby Robert Duncan as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,that is not mine, but is a made place,that is mine, it is so near to the heart,an eternal pasture folded in all thoughtso that there is a hall thereinthat is a made place, created by lightwherefrom the shadows that are forms fall.Wherefrom fall all architectures…

Collage (Leaving Hanover)

THIS SONG, by Max Richter.“On the Nature of Daylight.” + “Then round about that place there grew up a wall of thorns,and the thorns held fast together like hands.”-The Brothers Grim, Sleeping Beauty + OFTEN I AM PERMITTED TO RETURN TO A MEADOWby Robert Duncan as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,that is not mine, but is a made place,that is mine, it is so near to the heart,an eternal pasture folded in all thoughtso that there is a hall thereinthat is a made place, created by lightwherefrom the shadows that are forms fall.Wherefrom fall all architectures…