Showing posts from January, 2017

Ranier Maria Rilke

Maybe I am traveling, like some secret ore,  through the hard veins of a mountain, alone.
And I'm in so deep that I see no door
and no distance: nothing but a single core
that draws in all things and changes them to stone. I don't have much wisdom about misery.  The darkness has made me smaller, it's true.  Are you the one solid enough? Come, break through,  so that all of your touch might happen to me,  and all of my tears might happen to you.
(from The Book of Hours)
translation Paul Weinfield

Paula Tatarunis: The Lam's Tough on a Goil

My extended essay on the works of the recently deceased poet, Paula Tatarunis, appears in the current issue of Mezzo Cammin:  

The Lam's Tough on a Goil, Paula Tatarunis

Leslie Monsour

The Education of a Poet 
By Leslie Monsour (b. Jan. 25, 1948)
Her pencil poised, she's ready to create, 
Then listens to her mind's perverse debate
On whether what she does serves any use;
And that is all she needs for an excuse
To spend all afternoon and half the night
Enjoying poems other people write.

Sylvia Plath

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubt ! 

E.B. White

If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. It it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.   - E.B. White

In Which the Ram with an Attention Span and a Gnat Scan the Horizon

“So good to be back in your life, my friend!”
But never left.

Many scientists are unaware that materialism is an assumption.   They simply think of it as science, or the scientific view of reality, or the scientific world view.  They are not actually taught about it, or encouraged to discuss it.  It’s simply absorbed by a kind of intellectual osmosis.   - Sheldrake

Upcoming: Spontaneous Color, Spontaneous Rhythm

I'll be teaching a class through the Art Center at the Blue Pig Gallery here in Palisade on Saturday, Feb 11.  For information, please visit:

Wendy Videlock: The art of Spontaneous Creation

In Which the Valley is Iced In, and the World as we know it, Stalls

Where did all the mountains go ...

Because Wine Country, Palisade

#palisadecolorado #wine country

Our Foot's in the Door: In Which the Doodler Doodles Shrooms for Festival Merch

#mushroomart #telluridemushroomfest