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The Kindness of Every Split-Second
[Image: display window of "mini-prints" taken with the Fujifilm Instax camera (originally from the Photojojo store). See note at bottom of post for more.] From whiskey river: You know what I believe? I remember in college I was taking this math class, this really great math class taught by this tiny old woman. She was [...]
You Think You Know the World
[Image: Supper at Emmaus (1601-02), by Michelangelo da Caravaggio] From whiskey river: October 1 There’s this shape, black as the entrance to a cave. A longing wells up in its throat like a blossom as it breathes slowly. What does the world mean to you if you can’t trust it to go on shining when you’re not [...]
Oceanic Complications
[Video: "Ten Things I Have Learned about the Sea," by Lorenzo Fonda. One of whiskey river's posts this week was based on the text in this video. For more information, see the Vimeo page.] From whiskey river: Clam Each one is a small life, but sometimes long, if its place in the universe is not [...]
The Gravity of the Everyday
[Photo, "What's Important," by Valerie Everett. Found on Flickr and used under a Creative Commons license.] From whiskey river: Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the [...]
Anima
[Image: Isle of the Dead (third version), by Arnold Böcklin] From whiskey river: Life is a garden, not a road we enter and exit through the same gate wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice (Bokonon [source: see note below]) …and: Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of the Ponds I Will [...]
One Fine Day
[Video: time-lapse film of an entire year in a wooded area, over "One Fine Day," by David Byrne and Brian Eno (lyrics in the note at the end of this post)] From whiskey river: The Storm Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet. Running here running [...]
Un Momento, Por Favor
[Image found at What My World's Like] From whiskey river: Visiting the Graveyard When I think of death it is a bright enough city, and every year more faces there are familiar but not a single one notices me, though I long for it, and when they talk together, which they do very quietly, it’s [...]
Loitering in Mind
A somewhat slapdash whiskey river Friday post this week, its author having been pretty much laid low by the stupidest of ailments — a cold — since Tuesday night. From whiskey river’s commonplace book (a thematic archive): Can You Imagine? For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark [...]
On the Inside, Looking In
From whiskey river (italicized portion): Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird – equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not [...]
The Thing That Happened, Once
From whiskey river: At Blackwater Pond At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that [...]
