sometimes, you know which shot is the best one, even before reviewing them. after getting to look at all the snaps i took from the Burials show the other night, this one is still my favorite.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Some seed in me,
Some troublous birth,
Like an awkward awakening,
stirs into life.
Terrible and instinctive
It touches my guts.
I fear and resist it,
Crouch down on my norms, a man’s
Patent assurances.
I don’t know its nature.
I have no term for it.
I cannot see its shape.
But, there, inscrutable,
Just underground,
Is the long-avoided tatency.
Like the mushrooms in the oak wood,
Where the high-sloped mountain
Benches the sea,
When the faint rains of November
Damp down the duff,
Wakening their spores—-
Like them,
Gross, thick and compelling,
What I fear and desire
Pokes up its head.
— William Everson, Seed
Some troublous birth,
Like an awkward awakening,
stirs into life.
Terrible and instinctive
It touches my guts.
I fear and resist it,
Crouch down on my norms, a man’s
Patent assurances.
I don’t know its nature.
I have no term for it.
I cannot see its shape.
But, there, inscrutable,
Just underground,
Is the long-avoided tatency.
Like the mushrooms in the oak wood,
Where the high-sloped mountain
Benches the sea,
When the faint rains of November
Damp down the duff,
Wakening their spores—-
Like them,
Gross, thick and compelling,
What I fear and desire
Pokes up its head.
— William Everson, Seed
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Vik
What it looks like in the clear:
photo: Tim Bergenhenegouwen
What it looked like when I was there, post white out storm, in 2008.
photo: me.
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