Sunday, September 30, 2012

an old man on the riverbank - seferis

I want nothing more than to speak simply
to be granted that grace
because we've loaded even our story
with so much music it's slowly sinking

Thursday, September 27, 2012

rest

of it
often

__________________________________


time to

put to

__________________________________

assured

in peace

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

feel

sick
happy
wet
mud

eyes


what
stones
chosen

stories

lies

simply unknown

will
the stream, he said

whether dream says so or no



the red stone

knew it was
hers


Monday, September 24, 2012

sores

Orlando -
diabetic
lesions
on legs of
Disney World
walkers

She told
of a man
with a broken neck left to die.

Hadn't seen
sores like those
(in Denmark)
for thirty years.


nearly eighty

her
skin
eyes
teeth

clear
white

doesn't smoke or drink

turns her cheek
when granddaughter
wishes to kiss
her
lips

bought
Egyptian cotton
in Cairo this year
long
white
dress

says out loud
it shall be my shroud



listening



far from home



words

thoughts



l   i   s   t   e   n   i   n   g

2 nights ago

tree top tall

out there in the dark
watching me
this place

no fear
it or I

something from earth and water
that doesn't kill
lives
lives
here



Saturday, September 22, 2012

flashback

A  room
where
fear entered my body.

It was all, all.
Mine
to take or break.
Mine.
It said
you are mine.

It was mine again last year
and this.
I have lost my innocence.
Three times.

Three times!
Too much





Σ'αγαπώ (i love you)


ἀγάπη
which in Vulgate caritas
though
within it
eros held
that
lovingkindness
gathered too
much
misericordia
chesed
which,
when
wound round 
the wounds of
the world
is

θέλημα
desire!

Σ'αγαπώ


encompassing
(nothing)

Everything.




stream dream

linved
in living colour

had a conversation

it
said

don't dread
looking into things


place

your heart here
next to the stream
it rained for hours into the night
what
does
the water pray?

one foot
next to
in front
behind
the Other

boundaries
light fires
last night
watchful waiting

this morning dry

pray

one foot crosses uncrosses
pushes up
with the Other

boundaries
ashes
light
no
more
waiting

1
2
108
1
2
108






Thursday, September 20, 2012

horses


in all horses


roan
paint
palomino
dunskin

among many variant mutations

merton asked what
4
qualities drive the soul -


love
joy
fear
grief



if we color
them
horses are
never white
really

out there on the mesa

running wildly

the little black dog in a dream

ran round and round

no bigger than a fingernail

spaniel i think

who stepped on it?
broke its tiny leg

its terrible cries

what could be done for the pain
that wouldn't kill
such a small creature?

i

didn't

know

what to do

brother david

"Our very life depends on everything recurring 'til we answer from within."
-Robert Frost

Vinegar in the dishwater-
the glasses shine.

Pots and pans
carry
prayers to the dinner table
and the cupboard
where they rest.

Washing
grace
wears away the stone

one sinkful at a time.





Wednesday, September 19, 2012

clear

clear


then
clear
comes
(and it
will
go
again)

clear
comes








full corn moon

in september
3 sisters
and
the black rice

ready, gathering

fish in earth
grain in water

geese and marten

moles

the wolves are full

deer by the oven

last berries

brown.

store more.

moons

Hollufgaard moons


August 1stFull Sturgeon Moon11:28 pm
August 31stFull Blue Moon9:58 am
September 29thFull Harvest Moon11:19 pm
October 29thFull Hunter's Moon3:50 pm

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

waxing crescent

filling up

quietly

the

rain

isn't

hydraulic conversations

under pressure
under water
color without
color within
over under
on
on
understood
to be
stuck
not moving
not still
not stagnant


unknown


resisting
movement
from
within

We fear

the most surprising things;

for example,

starting a conversation

with a strange stream.




Monday, September 17, 2012

painting

season

dark

no night

no waves

resound

echo

approach color

approach

surface

with
tools
with
eyes.




too much baking soda (natron)

For meget bagepulver!

use lemon to hide the taste

bøg
their leaves
eaten when young

pindsvin
living on the green mound

æbler
among us

smør
usaltet

hvedmel
havre
en ovn

a business meeting
in the wood
without
hejs or ties

just
pies
and

hedgehogs


Saturday, September 15, 2012

H.C.

in sanskrit
4
s  w a  n
s
worth
1
in the
bush

water notes

1

has memory
a history of relationships
clusters with the world
that come and go

an alphabet
a sentence
changeable as

ocean blue salty
greenish hue fresh

the mind sweetens it
661
won hyo's gourd

1472
is it true
karl gastinsis
1632
is it true
Ganz
in
water

van Leeuwenhoek (1632-1723)
observer revealed
recollecting
as we are

changes

water appears
white

or 

on ancient mesa
as dust
coming from blue light

angles and hate destroy its symmetry

detirrium2O

love and thank you expand it
love and thank you expand it

analysis

transforms phenotype
simultaneaously

collective
perceptive
instructive

it learns
it learns

emotions as waves and particles

c  o  n  s  c  i  o  u  s  n  e  s  s 

is in the world
is in the water
is the same
is the same

a malleable structural tsunami

2

natural water is flammable
burns

repels the stickiness
of strokes 
and the slavery of
irrigation and plumbing

it has

r e s o n a n c e

a pulse!

weak strong hot cold

prayers 8
earth magnetism 8
the last forgotten day


water
walks
talks 
stalks
balks

is a fie that burns everything
even love
even stone
even
even
death

we don't know what it is
we don't know what it is

3

it knows what we don't

about 
structure
disintegration


hope


prayer
without restriction

a slippery
aerobic
polyglot

halelluia

has a signature
specific to each place it lives
a signature!
a name!
forgotten 
all those 
names
it gave itself


























Thursday, September 13, 2012

potential

field of

for

her inner

lack of

resists







observation
a kind of stickiness

that reduces
infinity

hovering as we do
really

overwhelmingly
eternally
repelled

this
this
is
you
glued
here



the physics of it

without
breath
nothing
mastered

Monday, September 10, 2012

jane

I have a copy of a 1986 monograph for a Freilicher exhibition that originated at the Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester, New Hampshire. In one essay, John Ashbery wrote, “The artists of the world can be divided into two groups: those who organize and premeditate, and those who accept the tentative, the whatever happens along. And though neither method is inherently superior, and one must always proceed by cases, I probably prefer more works of art that fall in the latter category.” I would go further, and say that some achievements of art lie out of reach of premeditation. Nothing except an intuited search, undertaken for emotional reasons, resolved when the unforeseen has been discovered and recorded, will produce work of this sublimity.


Out of the Reach of Premeditation: New Works by Jane Freilicher





her
this
is
is
is
painting