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(photographs: Tom Davis)

Friday, November 3, 2017







bring me a sunflower


bring me a sunflower; I want it to grow
in my sunscorched seasalted homeland.
It will show all day to the blue sky mirror
the sadness of its sunward face.

shadows make for clarity, don't they?
all things flow, and then dissolve
first into colour, then into music;
and then, and then, they disappear.

bring me the flower that yearns towards
the golden shimmer in the sky,
the breathing source of life itself;
bring me the sunflower, drunk with light.


Eugenio Montale, transl. Tom Davis


Portami il girasole ch'io lo trapianti
nel mio terreno bruciato dal salino,
e mostri tutto il giorno agli azzurri specchianti
del cielo l'ansietà del suo volto giallino.

Tendono alla chiarità le cose oscure,
si esauriscono i corpi in un fluire
di tinte: queste in musiche. Svanire
è dunque la ventura delle venture.

Portami tu la pianta che conduce
dove sorgono bionde trasparenze
e vapora la vita quale essenza;
portami il girasole impazzito di luce.


Literal (Google) translation:

Bring me the sunflower I transplant it
in my land burned by the salt,
and shows all day to the blue mirror
the sky the anxiety of his face yellow.

Tend to clarity the dark things,
bodies consume themselves in a flowing
of colors: in this music. vanish
So is the good fortune of venture.

Bring me the plant which leads
where there are blonde transparency
and vapora life as essence;
bring me the sunflower crazed with light.






Thursday, November 2, 2017









i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened) 


e e cummings 






Wednesday, November 1, 2017







to meditate


To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem.
To meditate means to observe.
Your smile proves it.
It proves that you are being gentle with yourself,
that the sun of awareness is shining in you,
that you have control of your situation.
You are yourself,
and you have acquired some peace.


Thich Nhat Hahn






Monday, October 30, 2017







mind map


The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur—

There was the cat slopping its milk all day,
Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
And August the most peaceful month.

To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
Without that monument of cat, 
The cat forgotten on the moon;

And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;

Then there is nothing to think of. It comes of itself;
And east rushes west and west rushes down,
No matter. The grass is full

And full of yourself. The trees around are for you,
The whole of the wideness of night is for you,
A self that touches all edges,

You become a self that fills the four corners of night.
The red cat hides away in the fur-light
And there you are humped high, humped up,

You are humped higher and higher, black as stone—
You sit with your head like a carving in space
And the little green cat is a bug in the grass.


Wallace Stevens







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