Monday, February 8, 2010

The Air of So Many Places + October Fullness

I breathed the air of so many places
without keeping a sample of any.



“October Fullness” by Pablo Neruda

Little by little, and also in great leaps,
life happened to me,
and how insignificant this business is.
These veins carried
my blood, which I scarcely ever saw,
I breathed the air of so many places
without keeping a sample of any.
In the end, everyone is aware of this:
nobody keeps any of what he has,
and life is only a borrowing of bones.
The best thing was learning not to have too much
either of sorrow or of joy,
to hope for the chance of a last drop,
to ask more from honey and from twilight.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Silence in Fog + The Mist

The essence of stillness, muteness, oblivion, and secrecy.

Silence in Fog by B.Held

from "The Mist" by Carl Sandburg

I am the mist, the impalpable mist,
Back of the thing you seek.
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Dream Drapery + Mist

The silent mystique of fog . . .

Dream Drapery by B.Held 

"Mist" by Henry David Thoreau

Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the dasied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers,
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Windblown (in White) + Ride a White Horse

Doesn't everyone want to ride a white horse?  :)



from "Ride a White Horse" by Goldfrapp

When the light turns into darkness
Will he turn up to explain us?
I wanna ride on a white horse
I want to ride on a white horse

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

red is | . . . |

I’m starting a new blog called red is | . . . |.  It focuses on the different emotions that the color red provokes.  Please check it out and submit photographs that show what red means to you.  And, remember red is definitely not just a color.


Friday, January 15, 2010

Dawn of Burnt Double Rainbows + Rainbow

A prophetic find in Truth or Consequences.



"Rainbow" by Mariah Carey

I know there is a rainbow
For me to follow
To get beyond my sorrow
Thunder precedes the sunlight
So I'll be alright
If I can find that
Rainbow's end
I will be alright
If I can find that
Rainbow's end

Monday, January 11, 2010

While the Sun Stands Still + Walking Through the Light

My favorite landscape shot.



"Walking Through the Light" by Octavio Paz

You lift your left
foot forward the day
stops and laughs
and starts to step lightly
while the sun stands still

You lift your right
foot forward the sun
strolls lightly
off from the day that's
at a standstill in the trees

Breasts high you stroll
the trees walk the sun
follows the day goes
to meet you the sky
invents sudden clouds

Sunday, January 3, 2010

From the Other Side + I can't see New York

Happy New Year!


 From the Other Side by B.Held

 "I can't see New York" by Tori Amos

From here
no Lines are
drawn
From here
no lands
are owned
13,000 and Holding
swallowed
in the purring
of her Engines
tracking the Beakon
here
“is there a Signal
there
on the other side”
on the other side?

what do you mean side of
what things?

and you said
and you did
and you said
you would find me
here and you said you would
find me even in Death
and you said
and you said
You’d find me
But

I can’t see New York
as I’m circling down
through white cloud
falling out
and
I know his lips
are warm
but I can’t seem
to find my way out
my way out

I can’t see New York
as I’m circling Down
through white cloud
falling out
and
I know his
lips are warm
but I can’t
seem to find
my way out
my way out
of
this Hunting ground

From here
crystal meth
In
meters of millions
In
the end
all we have,
soul blueprint.
did we get
lost in it
do we
conduct a
search
for this

“from the other
side”
from the other
side?
what do they mean side of
what things?

and you said
and you did
and you said
you would find me
here and you said that you would
find me even in Death
and you said
and you said
You’d find me
But

I can’t see New York
as I’m circling down
through white cloud
falling out
and
I know your lips
are warm
but I can’t seem
To find my way out
my way out

I can’t see New York
as I’m circling down
through white cloud
falling out
and
I know your lips
are warm
but I can’t seem
to find my way
my way out
of your hunting ground

you again
It’s you again
I can’t see
I can’t see
New York
from the other side
from the other side 

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Steel Eyes + Smoke and Steel

From a time long past, their memory haunts us still. These are their echoes. Steel ghosts.


Steel Eyes by B.Held

from "Smoke and Steel" by Carl Sandburg

A bar of steel—it is only
Smoke at the heart of it, smoke and the blood of a man.
A runner of fire ran in it, ran out, ran somewhere else,
And left—smoke and the blood of a man
And the finished steel, chilled and blue.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Last Romantics + Candles

Happy holidays to all!


Last Romantics by B.Held

from "Candles" by Sylvia Plath

They are the last romantics, these candles:
Upside-down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,
And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,
Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.
It is touching, the way they'll ignore
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