Talent is just another name for tenacity of purpose.
Ugly Boys Boof
“Magpies have death rituals, mourn.”
Stones, bones, clay.
“Woodpecker , what will you find?”
“Shelter, sanctuary, you.”
“Elk says what?”
Chuk, woock wock awock!
Skulls, startled, frozen.
Money Smash 162
Here I saw her all humility, and its opposite,
now harsh, now soft, now pitiless, now kind:
now clothed in nobility, now in grace,
now tame, now disdainful and wild.
So that many times, sighing within,
I said: 'Ah me, the yoke, the log, the chains,
were much sweeter than this walking free.
Petrach, Canzionere, Poems 89 and 112. Translated by A. S. Kline
Wild Love Some
“Will there be turnips tonight? I like them mashed with butter.”
But they were far away.
Warmth and smoothness were closer.
Bear pricked his ears, his exhale a natural grunt, several registers lower.
Clearly a “no.”
Turned, attuned, alert. Bear was there, watchful.
Bundled, stable instability
Balance, like gyroscopic
Pitching and plunging
On sinews and shoulders
Over padded sure feet
Where no step is misstep
And the way is revealed
Through whisper on whisker
To burble of baby.
Working (Demonstration for A Better Way to Glaze)
Not on alluvial plain.
Nor margin of high tide.
It was not ocean, that ocean who placed Mother Conch here.
It landed on the high water mark of the other two-leggeds.
Where art met artifice.
Where beauty was born.
Out of a soul surging urge to augment and arrange their world.
That was already painted by Nature’s hand.
They put their treasure in niches, deliberate.
And forgot where they came from.
I come to bring you home to ourselves.
“Let’s stop here.”
“I don’t mind, I know you. Dots and spots. We are the same,” she giggled to herself.
She touched two fingers to the bow in her hair. Two fingers to two points, and felt a little taller. Looking sideways and back.
“You match the sky even with the sun gone.” She drew a little closer and listened.
Time Eats Everything
“Will there be rules?”
“There are laws.”
“What is the law?”
“Opportunity knocks, often.”
“How do you use this law?”
“We don’t. It uses us.”
“Polar bears have no stories of the penguin that got away. We keep going.”
“Exactly like us.”
Working (Magpie Castle)
(Working drawing, partial)