“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Saturday, April 27, 2024
Guhatthaka-suttaniddeso: Upon the Tip of a Needle translated from the Pali by Andrew Olendzki
Thursday, April 4, 2024
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
The Sun Used to Shine BY EDWARD THOMAS
The Sun Used to Shine
My life is but a weaving between my God and me
My life is but a weaving between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He works so steadily,
Oft times He weaves in sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned
We Lived Happily During the War BY ILYA KAMINSKY
We Lived Happily During the War
the point of the needle by Dana Levin
The Point of the Needle
Since you got to behead
each
hollyhock crown
with your round
guillotine
of a mouth―
I hope you get to spin inside your
paper house.
Emerge Noctuidae,
owlet moth,
laying your eggs in leaves at night.
That you might finish your stitch―
Replicate yourself in time so you are
always present―
each egg a deposit―
an echo-pearl of “you” along time’s string―
That my soul might be allowed
to flourish―
Make a success
of threading flesh, to participate
again in time, on
long arcs between sets of plunge, even though
it hurt―
to be born and die―
it loved to ride
the point
of the needle―
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