Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes
Ebon in the hedges, fat
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.
They accommodate themselves to my milkbottle, flattening their sides.
Excerpt from Sylvia Plath's Blackberrying.
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| Tom and I build another furniture piece today. It's the first phase of a tea party set I'm making for the Arts Exchange Open House this Sunday. I'll also be reading tarot and showing people how to throw their I-Ching coins. |
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| Karley Sullivan, Interior, painted wooden furniture, 2012 |
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I'm Not Saying Anything Against Alexander
Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the Earth.
I don't understand him.
With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the Earth.
I'm not saying anything against Alexander,
Only I have seen people who were remarkable.
Highly deserving of your admiration
For the fact that they were alive at all.
Great men generate too much sweat
In all of this I see just a proof that
They couldn't stand being on their own
The smoking and the drinking and the like.
And they must be too mean-spirited
to get contentment from sitting with a woman.
Bertolt Brecht
http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/bertolt_brecht_2012_3.pdf
http://academic.evergreen.edu/curricular/ppandp/PDFs/Brecht-a%20brief%20overview.pdf
Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the Earth.
I don't understand him.
With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the Earth.
I'm not saying anything against Alexander,
Only I have seen people who were remarkable.
Highly deserving of your admiration
For the fact that they were alive at all.
Great men generate too much sweat
In all of this I see just a proof that
They couldn't stand being on their own
The smoking and the drinking and the like.
And they must be too mean-spirited
to get contentment from sitting with a woman.
Bertolt Brecht
http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/bertolt_brecht_2012_3.pdf
http://academic.evergreen.edu/curricular/ppandp/PDFs/Brecht-a%20brief%20overview.pdf
Cosmic Pessimism in Continent.
"And so we have cosmic pessimism, a pessimism that is first and last a pessimism about cosmos, about the necessity and possibility of order. The contours of cosmic pessimism are a drastic scaling-up or scaling-down of the human point of view, the unhuman orientation of deep space and deep time, and all of this shadowed by an impasse, a primordial insignificance, the impossibility of ever adequately accounting of one's relationship to thought--"
"There's a ghost that grows inside of me, damaged in the making, and there's a hunt sprung from necessity, elliptical and drowned. Where the moving quiet of our insomnia offers up each thought, there's a luminous field of grey inertia, and obsidian dreams burnt all the way down"
Eugene Thacker
"And so we have cosmic pessimism, a pessimism that is first and last a pessimism about cosmos, about the necessity and possibility of order. The contours of cosmic pessimism are a drastic scaling-up or scaling-down of the human point of view, the unhuman orientation of deep space and deep time, and all of this shadowed by an impasse, a primordial insignificance, the impossibility of ever adequately accounting of one's relationship to thought--"
"There's a ghost that grows inside of me, damaged in the making, and there's a hunt sprung from necessity, elliptical and drowned. Where the moving quiet of our insomnia offers up each thought, there's a luminous field of grey inertia, and obsidian dreams burnt all the way down"
Eugene Thacker
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