notes : words and images, record keeping
It is a kind of love, is it not ?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soup dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window ?
-Pat Schneider, ‘The Patience of Ordinary Things’
A tête-à-tête wicker chair, France
Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.
“The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.”
-John Berger, ‘Ways of Seeing’
Joan Míro, Sol de Palmas, 1958.
Robert Mapplethorpe
It would be now when you feel
want is no longer your enemy,
that you body & soul would kneel.
O it would be now, when you feel
you’ve culled joy, seized a new zeal
that Death grabs you, fingers icy.
It would be now, when you feel!
“want” is no longer your enemy.
-Kamilah Aisha Moon, ‘Irony’
