Originally posted on Barnstorming:


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~e.e. cummings




So many feel they are the only one
to fall
until they land in a cushion of others

Some dangle suspended
twisting and turning in the slightest breeze
not knowing when the fall will come.

I know I’m both~
one alone
and many together

held by a slender silken thread
until the moment comes
when I’m let go.


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We held our breaths


We drove across high prairie,
the Mississippi behind us,
nothing ahead for miles
but sky,

a loamy sky, thick enough
to put a trowel into,
but off to the south
clouds pulled

away from one another
as if to stand back
take a long look,
and in that

space what light was left
of the sun
already gone below
the horizon

flowed up and held there
and we did too hold
our breaths at the sudden

“Untitled” by Athena Kildegaard from Cloves & Honey. © Nodin Press, 2012. Reprinted with permission.  (buy now)

The glass received the force of his breath . . .

I have always found glass blowing absolutely fascinating.


Ancient Greek Poem on Glassblowing

This fragmentary poem was written in Greek on a papyrus scroll found in Egypt. It dates to the 3rd century CE.

First he heated the very point of the blowpipe, then snatched from nearby a chunk of bright glass and placed it skillfully within the hollow furnace. And the crystal as it tasted the heat of the fire was softened by the strokes of Hephaistos like…He blew in from his mouth a quick breath…like a man essaying the most delightful art of the flute. The glass received the force of his breath and became swollen out around itself like a sphere before it. It would receive another onslaught of the divine breath, for often, swinging it like an ox-herd his crook he would breathe into…

I don’t know if this next video techniquely counts as glass blowing, but I have to admit my mouth dropped open a couple of times while watching this guy work.

Finding poetry and music in your daily walk

Joan Miró:

“By nature I am tragic and taciturn. In my youth I passed through periods of profound sadness.


“The thing I consciously seek is tension in spirit. But in my opinion it is essential not to provoke this tension by chemical means, such as drink or drugs.

“The atmosphere propitious to this tension, I find in poetry, music, architecture — Gaudi, for example, is terrific —, in my daily walk, in certain [sounds]: the [sound] of horses in the country, the creaking of wooden cartwheels, footsteps, cries in the night, crickets.”

Read more about him and by him here.

Beauty beneath your feet

When I was in Rome a few years ago, I fell in love with the Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere for a number of reasons, among them the brilliant mosaics.

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But the floor also worth a look.


I thought of that floor when I came across this photography project Sebastian Erras.  Sometimes you can find beauty beneath your feet if you look for it.



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