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We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If I had ventured less The Breeze were not so fine That reaches to our utmost Hair Its Resonance divine. ~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive

16 November, 1850 My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is. ~from Thoreau's <Journal>

Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth. ~Thoreau, <Journal>

Notwithstanding a sense of unworthiness which possesses me, not without reason, notwithstanding that I regard myself as a good deal of a scamp, yet for the most part the spirit of the universe is unaccountably kind to me, and I enjoy perhaps an unusual share of happiness. ~Thoreau's <Journal>

y de rodillas pude ver brotar un árbol de alfabetos en láminas imborrables, (cuando no hay bondad, hay consecuencias). and on my knees I could see a tree of alphabets sprout in indelible sheets, (when there is no kindness, there are consequences). ~Ivonne Gordon, end of 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

entre las cosas que se hacían y se deshacían en cadenas de herencia entre los contornos de las raíces, among the things that were made and unmade in chains of inheritance between the contours of the roots, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

que mi vida sería sin zapatos, que tendría raíces arrugadas, y el árbol de leche sin tubérculos sería mi tesoro that my life would be without shoes, that I would have wrinkled roots, and the milk tree without tubers would be my treasure ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

entre dos mundos, dos culturas, dos preguntas como jinete en el aire de sangre seca, y descubrí between two worlds, two cultures, two questions, like a rider in the air of dried blood, and I discovered ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

en el escondrijo de una bandada de cangrejos azules descubrí que había nacido entre dos memorias, in the hiding place of a flock of blue crabs. I discovered that I was born between two memories, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

Repasé cómo tocar con la lengua a la salamandra domesticada, y fui acariciando el musgo I rehearsed how to touch with my tongue the domesticated salamander, and I caressed the moss ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

se convirtió en un ritual diario donde la paz ocupa el espacio primario y crece la bondad sin palabras en el lenguaje eterno. it became a daily ritual where peace occupies the primary space and kindness grows wordlessly in the eternal language. ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

aprendí a callar en las manos misteriosas de lo eterno, aprendí a deshilar e hilar al mismo tiempo, y sin darme cuenta I learned to be silent in the mysterious hands of eternity, I learned to unravel and spin at the same time, and without realizing it, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

Sin querer, sin desear me fui ocultando y aprendí a callar en la arcilla de los husos, Unwittingly, without wanting to, I began to hide, and I learned to be silent in the clay of the spindles, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

(empecé a exiliarme en el lenguaje de lo eterno). (I began to exile myself in the language of the eternal). ~Ivonne Gordon, 'There were senseless silences' from her book <An Intimate Inventory of Things>. Born in Quito (Ecuador), she is a poet, essayist, literary critic, translator, and professor.

los salvavidas se alejaron de la lengua del gran pez, y hubo muchos, pero muchos insensatos silencios, the life preservers moved away from the tongue of the great fish, and there were many, many senseless silences, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

y todo se deshizo en una fiebre de hormigas, todos los armarios se desbarataron, las bujías sólo brillaban en la oscuridad subterránea, and everything dissolved in a fever of ants, all the closets fell apart, the candles only shone in the subterranean darkness, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

la codicia de los acreedores borró mi tierra, y me ahogué en el sonido del llanto, las avispas volaron sin miedo, the greed of the creditors erased my land, and I drowned in the sound of weeping, the wasps flew without fear, ~Ivonne Gordon, from 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

la guerra destruyó la patria de mis abuelos, de mis bisabuelos, tanta tortura pactada en la historia, the war destroyed the homeland of my grandparents, of my great-grandparents, so much torture agreed upon in history, ~Ivonne Gordon, from 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

huir es otra forma de alimentarse de tiempo, de disfrazar la desventura, viajo en un tren sin andén de refuerzo, fleeing is another way of feeding on time, of disguising misfortune, I travel on a train without a backup platform, ~Ivonne Gordon from 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

November 13, 1857 See the sun rise or set if possible each day. Let that be your pill. How speedily the night comes on now! There is some duskiness in the afternoon light before you are aware of it, the cows have gathered about the bars, waiting to be let out [. . . .] ~from Thoreau's <Journal>

Had I not seen the Sun I could have borne the shade But Light a newer Wilderness My Wilderness has made - ~F1249A, Emily Dickinson Archive

It's like the Light- A fashionless Delight- It's like the Bee- A dateless -Melody- It's like the Woods- Private - Like the Breeze- Phraseless - yet it stirs The proudest Trees- It's like the morning- Best - when it's done- And the Everlasting Clocks- Chime - Noon! ~F302A, Dickinson Archive

. . . . Maybe you're wrong, good Mother, maybe they're not <real> wars. And then I knew that the voice of the spirits had been let in -- as intense as an epileptic aura -- and that no longer would I sing alone. . . . . ~from Anne Sexton's "The White Snake" written 1970 my oil painting 2018

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These tested Our Horizon - Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude. Our Retrospection of Them A fixed Delight, But Our Anticipation A Dice - a Doubt - ~F934A, Emily Dickinson Archive

Hubo insensatos silencios There were senseless silences en el momento de ser, in the moment of being, en el momento de sentir las manos in the moment of feeling the hands y sosegar la conciencia doble, and calming the double conscience, ~from 'Hubo insensatos silencios' by Ivonne Gordon

a fuzzy '71 Frijid Pink version of the song www.youtube.com/watch?v=t40I...

Nov. 11, 1851 The brilliancy of the autumn is wonderful, this flashing brilliancy, as if the atmosphere were phosphoric. ~Thoreau's <Journal>

Josh White from 1942. www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8Ue...

It's an old folk song, there are a few books about the song and its probable origins. www.americanbluesscene.com/2011/11/a-br...

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<Speech> is a prank of <parliament> <Tears> - the surf of the <nerve> - But the heart with the heaviest freight on Doesn't always move. ~F193B, Emily Dickinson Archive

when the Frosts begin We just reverse the Zodiac And fetch the Acres in - - ~from F1036A, Emily Dickinson Archive

Hope everyone has a good week! :D🌝🍂🐞🍁🐦☁️ The leaves are sailing and tumbling, they sparkle in the trees and make a sound like rushing water, when the wind rises, shimmering undulations across an array of colors. The bluebird pair is busy today about their box, babies hatched.

Excellent poetry from Ivonne Gordon, I'll try to share some of her work along with approximate English translations. Many thanks to her for allowing me to share her work with my friends.

Been enjoying these interviews of musicians Rick Beato has been putting together. Here is Neal Schon talking about Journey and a life in music. www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBfd...

Hope everyone has a nice week! :D🍂🍁🦋 Frost around, hit-and-miss, still a few blooms, even an unexpected Flying Saucer morning glory. The pollinators seem to be gone for the season, a lone monarch butterfly came winging late in the day on Halloween, moving and did not stop, not that I was aware of.

The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals - The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The Gulf between the Hand and Her And crumbless and afar And fainting, on Her yellow Knee Fall softly, and adore - ~F925A from the Emily Dickinson Archive [photo of female Bobwhite Quail]

"It was as though . . . as though for a time I didn't exist. As though I had no place in the world, no part of the life around me." ~from <Carnival of Souls> '13 Beaches' from lovely Lana Del Rey shares fitting eerie moments from the classic horror film. www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1cV...

Oct. 31, 1858 The falling leaves, all over the forest, are protecting the roots of my plants. Only look at what is to be seen, and you will have garden enough, without deepening the soil of your yard. We have only to elevate our view a little to see the whole forest as a garden. <Journal> Thoreau

I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so: Must I die under it? Is no one near? Will no one hear these stifled groans and wake me? ~"Fragment 2" Samuel Taylor Coleridge [my drawing of Candace Hilligoss as Mary Henry in <Carnival of Souls>]

Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- And Crews -- of solid Blood -- Did place about the West -- Tonight -- As 'twere a signal Ground -- And They -- appointed Creatures -- In Authorized Arrays -- Due -- promptly -- as a Drama -- That bows -- and disappears -- ~J658 Emily Dickinson Archive

Your thoughts don't have words every day They come a single time Like signal esoteric sips Of sacramental Wine Which while you taste so native seems So intimate You cannot comprehend its price Nor its infrequency ~J1452, Emily Dickinson Archive

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The earth has many keys. Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature's fact. But witness for her land And witness for her sea, The cricket is her utmost Of elegy to me. ~J1775, Emily Dickinson Archive

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Progress on the DC painting. Grateful for a rain, a good thing for the last wave of warm-weather garden. Planting waves of Spanish black radishes, kales, and cabbages. Several monarch butterflies came by, seems the last of the hummingbird ladies was on the 7th. Chipmunky in a nut-stuffed food-coma.