do flowers bloom if they are not looked at?
do gods kill the summer meadow?
do they go gently into their twilight if there is no one left to wash their feet, except the wind?
little girl, pick the wild camomile, sweetening the god's air. they tell me it is good for wounds and sorrow. put one foot before the other, slowly, through the golden wheat. without faltering, look into his eyes. adorn his dark hair with the small flowers, they are good for the dead, I have heard. do not fear the shadow of the sacred finger. it has crushed the ripe breast of the priestess, but it cannot harm you.
little girl, pick up her thin bones, sweetening the absence of the word. I have been told they will bloom at the end of summer, even if they will not be looked at. tall and proud, they will conquer the field and wipe out the traces. the meadow born out of the god's heel, she will bloom once again, but not as his altar.
little girl, forget my prayer.
I have lied to you.
look at the flower until you go blind.
that is all that will be done.
These are so beautiful and gentle -- your image of the small daisies (I've forgotten their name...) so many of which have lost their petals -- I love it.
ReplyDeleteI also owe you an e-letter -- it will be soon, I promise!
oh roxana, these are deliciously gorgeous, especially the meadow - almost like purple heather.
ReplyDeletethe only problem I have with these pictures is that I don't know which I like best (perhaps the 3 rd or the 4th). It is becoming increasingly difficult to even say anything in response.
ReplyDeletecome spring - the bloom will be restored
ReplyDeletethe flowers will shine and seen from far away
and though attention doesn't constitute a word
the pleasure is to see, rather than to say.
oh...sunt minunate!
ReplyDeletewhere do you get your images... do they open to you? I love especially the daisy (is it chamomile) with the bowing wheat (if that is the word for it)
ReplyDeletethe juxtapositions of autumn season plants with green, flowering, blooming... the bowing and the rising up wet to life; that cycle again.
so many of the phrases, too... too many to pull out and say, look, another flower
to go blind looking at?
Thank you again.
Thank you for these flowers and words that together dance to such a filled stillness that I can respond only with assent. I say, "Yes," then I am quiet before I say too much.
ReplyDeletewhat a precious post, so delicate and yet powerful.
ReplyDeleteI agree with billoo - it is so difficult to say anaything in response to the pictures - words are just superfluous.
ReplyDeleteI loved this line:
do flowers bloom if they are not looked at?
Perhaps - but how would we not, if not looking at them?
Clavdia, thank you... I love them too, so frail... don't worry about the letters, they come when they need to :-)
ReplyDeleteSorlil, hi :-) I like 'deliciously gorgeous'. I don't know what kind of plant 'heather' is?
ReplyDeleteah b, it is not like you to put things into categories :-) best, second best etc. I guess I have tortured you so much with such such questions that you have started to do it on your own :-P
ReplyDeleteand such a praise, too :-) what can I say, except that I had hesitated a long time in front of a picture with thistles, if I should include it or not, and then I see it next day on your blog. well, not the _same_ picture, of course, that would have been quite an exploit even coming from the (allegedly) dead master magician himself.
oh, anonymous, I wish I could share your bright vision of sping and things to came, or your notions about what constitutes pleasure. but thank you, anyway.
ReplyDeletemultumesc Edith, draga mea.
ReplyDeletemansuetude, you have seen right through the pictures again, you know, I was only dimly aware about that, why the images imposed themselves onto me in that particular order, I felt there was something deeper but couldn't grasp it myself, not that I tried to, I just let them combine the way they pleased. but now when I read your words, that cycle of Demeter, I recognised it immediately.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about the flowers either, they looked like camomile for me, only a little bigger. I didn't think they could be daisies, but if you and Clavdia say so...
James, I like you being quiet in front of my pictures as much as I like you talking about them :-)
ReplyDeleteMary-Laure, thank you so much.
ReplyDeletethank you, sz! and yes, I agree with you too. I can't get enough of taking pictures of flowers, as so many others too (hi, antonia, if you read this :-)
ReplyDeleteHere, beauty and mystery are inseparable. If I were to go blind from looking it would be because I daren't blink lest I miss a flutter of tiny wings.
ReplyDeletehow beautiful you put it, Marjojo. thank you...
ReplyDeleteOh, I dunno Roxana..what use are categories without the reasons for them? Besides, there's always "perhaps" perhaps
ReplyDeleteIs 'allegedly dead' a new category? I like it so! :-)
b.
yes, a new category, you know I can't do without them :-P
ReplyDelete(I was just writing a comment for your post when I got yours :-) but maybe I will leave that for after lunch now)
Who *can* do without them?
ReplyDeleteno, better to leave for lunch!
Was it anything interesting? Anyway, it's time for triangles here.
Catch you later.
bye,
b.
nice colours. difficult questions. ;-)
ReplyDeletezuma?
ReplyDeletesuperbe!
ReplyDeleteOh so gorgeous!! Thank you for such a beautiful post.
ReplyDeletethese are stunning images, really like you combination of images and words. Thank you for your comments too. Will be keeping an eye on your blog.
ReplyDeletedungha, multumesc!
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome, Michiko :-)
thank you for your lovely words, Tristan, and for visiting. I will keep an eye on your blog too :-)
multumesc de inspiratie, prima poza a ramas cu mine de cand am vazut-o - am indraznit sa o pun la mine pe blog :), sper ca e ok?
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