SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HEMISPHERE

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Asitougttobe finds jewels on a regular basis- a prospector with a fine panning sieve!

Originally posted on As It Ought to Be:

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From HEMISPHERE
By Ellen Hagan:

RIVER. WOMAN.

I.
Downriver is always long
& always flailing, finding

where our lives begin,
intersect?  You, your bones

the humped slope of nose
browned skin of home.

You, sand. You, ocean.
You, bending & me.

How many nights we sleep
alone, our bodies rising—

what it means to miss you.
What it means to expand.
What it means to be birthed.
What it means to be sacred.
What it means to go home.

Place of birth, birthing
ground. Ground that is sacred.
You that is sacred.

Bones that hold together.  Bind.
Bound to you.  My mother.

II.
Me
I am bound to you.  My mother.
You stitch me from inside.  Hollowed.
your split sheath of self, your letters
the slow cursive of your language,
can’t I hear your voice, always?

Her
Lock the doors.  Latch the locks.
Shut the windows.  Close the blinds.
Cover up…

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Imagine being kidnapped in the Tardis by Doctor Who ~Involution – An Odyssey reconciling Science to God by Philippa Rees.

Imagine being kidnapped in the Tardis by Doctor Who ~Involution – An Odyssey reconciling Science to God by Philippa Rees..

Over on the ‘other’ site  and reblogged from Vivienne Tuffnells post this Monday morning a most perceptive and generous review!

Where I Live

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Tell you a lot about fiction, this post, and why fiction works. It also shows how much of ‘fiction’ relies on the eye of the beholder!

Originally posted on Myths of the Mirror:

If you’ve been following my blog for a bit, you might have figured out that I live in the coastal mountains of northwest Oregon, in a rainforest of giant trees and moss.  Our quaint town is 10 miles down the road and the big city is an hour or two away (depending on elk, ice, fog, snow, logging trucks, and the intended destination).  Cell phone service is non-existent, and our entertainment comes by satellite including the internet which is  s…l…o…w…  and I mean    s………l………o………w

Yet, I love living out here.

To give you a better idea of this place, I’ve created one of those fun “Where I live” graphics. There is no exaggeration in this post AT ALL.

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“From the Four Corners of the Earth”~ Jung’s words on avoiding our souls

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This fresh salad tossed with Jung dressing ( mix equal parts sherry vinegar and virgin impulse) is worth repeating.

Originally posted on Zen and the art of tightrope walking:

From the Four Corners of the Earth”~ Jung’s words on avoiding our souls 

As you may know, I’ve been reading my way through the works of Jung that I can afford or obtain. It’s a slow thing, because I do not wish to rush the experience. I take time over each page, and sometimes I stay with it for quite a long while. Things sometimes leap off the page at me and I make a note or put in a little page marker.

The other night, the following struck me from The Earth Has a Soul (a collection of his writings on Nature, technology and modern life)

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. They will practice Indian yoga and all its exercises, observe a strict regimen of diet, learn theosophy by heart, or mechanically repeat mystic texts from…

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: RAFAEL ALBERTI

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A new voice for me. Arresting voice.

Originally posted on As It Ought to Be:

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By Rafael Alberti
Translated by A.S. Kline:

WHAT I LEFT, FOR YOU

For you I left my woods, my lost
Grove, my sleepless dogs,
My important years, those banished
Almost to my life’s winter.

I left a tremor, a shock
A brilliance of un-extinguished fire,
I left my shadow on the desperate
Blood-stained eyes of farewell.

I left sad doves beside a river,
Horses in the sand of the arena,
I left the scent of the sea, I left to see you.

For you, I left everything that was mine.
Give me, Rome, in exchange for my pains,
All I have left in order to attain you.

LO QUE DEJÉ POR TI

Dejé por ti mis bosques, mi perdida
arboleda, mis perros desvelados,
mis capitales años desterrados
hasta casi el invierno de la vida.

Dejé un temblor, dejé una sacudida,
un resplandor de fuegos no apagados,
dejé mi sombra en…

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