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Posts from December 2009

Ungraspable and sewing

Threadcount Sewing keeps hands and mind busy; keeps things at bay; colorful threads soothe and delight / New Jersey / Dec. 2009

“... Ungraspable and sewing
she listens to the wind passing by
fatigued on account of the birds.”

~ an excerpt from The Time of Birds by Colombian poet Luz Mary Giraldo

Insubordinately curious

It was just me and the just-rising man in the moon on my walk; we discussed my curious streak of insubordination (not submitting to authority) / New Jersey / Dec. 2009

“This I always remember — insubordination: it became a way of life for me after that.”

~ Azir Nafisi in her wonderful book about curiosity and insubordination in the face of tyranny Reading Lolita in Tehran

“Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.”

~ Vladimir Nabokov (as quoted by Nafisi)

Adverbly pronouned she verbed

The bright red leaves on the spirit tree frame the new angled porch window / New Jersey / Nov. 2009

When I was in grammar school I had a hard time learning the “parts of speech” (according to a grammar web site there are eight of them: verbs, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, adjectives, prepositions, conjunctions, and interjections). Reading came easily to me. I don't remember having to actually learn to read. One minute I couldn't and the next I could. I remember feeling so empowered — I could read not only books, but signs and billboards and things on the TV and newspapers — and I read voraciously. But I couldn't be bothered with learning the parts of speech and failed a number of tests. I was thinking about this recently after a discussion about school. It occurred to me that reading came so naturally to me that to actually break sentences and thoughts down into “parts of speech” seemed not only unnecessary, but ruined the poetry of the words. It spoiled the beauty of reading for me. Even though my (adjective*) teacher (noun*) railed (verb*) at (preposition*) me (pronoun*), I wasn't going to waste time with it. And all these years later I can say that I've gotten along just fine with words after all.

* According to the dictionary; I can't say for sure.

It replicates in endless haloes

I don't ever remember the summer Black-eyed Susans still blooming in December; they must like the often-warm and frequently-wet weather we've had this fall / New Jersey / Dec. 2009

“I sing praise to the play of the spirit, it replicates in endless haloes, tears loose from tangles, then in soft tissue waits for a new manifestation.”

~ an excerpt from Lesser Psalms by Edvard Kocbek