light cannot
penetrate deep
unless it is
carried there
by a
wandering soul
without purpose
or the crush
is too great
darkness predates
upon
a weak intent
as light flees
downward
drawn by a mirror
upon
a weak intent
as light flees
downward
drawn by a mirror
Sun
blind my eyes
that I may see
this dream
I am in
blind my eyes
that I may see
this dream
I am in
Separate me
my earth body
my sky soul
this split
is worship
this calm
is unknowing
this dint
of the light
there she
nurtures us
as the shadow
fades light
we apologise
to the darkness
unforgiven
nurtures us
as the shadow
fades light
we apologise
to the darkness
unforgiven
In the firelight
all the words
burn
my thoughts
to air
all the words
burn
my thoughts
to air
Light falls
softly
at the edge
of darkness
there is no pain
softly
at the edge
of darkness
there is no pain
falling from darkness
this lightness
comes the point
where sand
shifts to dust
when black
fades to white
this lightness
comes the point
where sand
shifts to dust
when black
fades to white
we are stolen by sunlight
Born to die
dying to be reborn
I give in to
nothing
Born to die
dying to be reborn
I give in to
nothing
(all quotes from Peter Bradburn's poetry: 10 Love Poems, Mercurius: Poems on Change and Union and Imago. you can read him here)
Roxana - All time is unredeemable, but nothing is lost.
ReplyDeleteEvery posting is so fresh that all of your dream works are kind of nice cultural shock for me. I am entering into another world of esthetics led by the brillant lady..
ReplyDeletebtw.. So I'm touching you now..:p
beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNeil, i wish i had your wisdom :-)
ReplyDeletethank you for stopping by.
hi Peter
ReplyDeletei like that part about the 'cultural shock' :-), and thank you for the compliment...
as to 'touching', this can be quite a tricky word, so much caution is required in using it :-P for example, if you tell me that there is a 'touch' of genius in a picture, I will be happy and touched, but this doesn't mean 'touched by grace'. and if i say that i am 'touchy', this is again a very different kind of 'touch'. and we can be forever in 'touch' without ever 'touching' each other. shall i 'touch' upon other 'touch' aspects or are you 'a touch' bored already? :-)
Anonymous (first one): thank you so much. there are other lines from Peter Bradburn that I had considered for this post too:
ReplyDelete'sometimes
during the day
Sun and Moon
hold the same sky
reflecting
on what
I do not know
beauty is bare'.
I love this so much... so i guess in the end time is unredeemable, but perhaps we can be redeemed by beauty.
Anonymous (second one?): touché is a good one, too :-)
ReplyDeletethanks to Peter i have come to think more about this verb and i find it fascinating that it can mean both 'hit, wound, injure' and 'arouse emotions, positive feelings' - such ambiguity lies at the core of our being...
Lovely reasoning on "touching". Roxana,I like to utilize the term most inclusively rather excluding whatever naive senses.. :p
ReplyDeleteAnd I like this process of conversation. What is meaningful is, I think, not the conclusion or agreement we might reach but the things we can share along the road to reach somewhere or just passing by.. :p
Oh, Good Morning to You, Roxana! I have beautiful snow here. We might have White Christmas right after Easter!! :-)
third one is great, I would have enjoyed shooting this ;)
ReplyDelete"this split/is worship"
ReplyDeletea really big hit, this phrase, truly releases.
the images are wonderful, i think i am now writing/thinking about the obliterations too, of light and shadow, etc.
thanks for being soulful!
good morning to you Peter :-) what, no touch of spring in the air? :-P
ReplyDeleteeneles, only the third one? :-) and i was so satisfied with them, chhhhh.
ReplyDelete(i am happy that you write again)
(i think you forget to answer one question of mine, though - a previous conversation, about civilization habits)
dear dear mansuetude, i've missed you... all the time checking if you posted something new. i can't wait to see what you will do...
ReplyDeleteyes, Peter's poems are fabulous, i am at a loss of words when it comes to talk about them. perhaps no talk is needed, just receiving them in silence, deep into the heart.
thank you for loving my images.
these are nice pictures, but the third one makes them obliterated ;)
ReplyDeletealso, pm a technical level, gegenlicht is complicated - every dust particle from the lens produces this image of aperture blade, which is a bit distracting
I am reading, I am just in some sort of apathetic mood, mostly related to these quirks of civilization. And unfortunately yes, the way it looks now I am heading into exile in my home village of Borderland, as of this october
Din nou lumina asta alba,ca un abur,...tare frumoase!
ReplyDeleteit won't happen like this, you'll see, eneles :-)
ReplyDeletebut i am so sorry to hear that this affects your disposition until the solution comes up.
yes, I apparently lost invulnerability last eclipse, now it is harder to see things from outside.
ReplyDeletethank you, there are still possibilities to avoid the exile
a treia!
ReplyDeleteoh eneles, i believe some have always got nervous when it comes to this time of the year, starting to fret and becoming depressed until the answer comes - so don't blame everything on that eclipse :-) or whatever you call as such...
ReplyDeletei wish you all the best in the world, so that you can have what you want, soon :-)
simona :-)
ReplyDeletedanke.
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome, anonymous, may i ask for what, though? :-)
ReplyDeleteyou may.
ReplyDeleteI really like the fourth and fifth pics.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to hear that, Sorlil :-)
ReplyDeleteEdith, pierdusem comentariul tau pe undeva, nu stiu cum, l-am regasit in dashboard. multumesc mult :-)
ReplyDeleteanonymous: then, i am asking you right now :-)
ReplyDeletebut when is "now"? your now is not my now.
ReplyDeleteAnd what are you asking me right now? All you have done is state that you are asking me something; you haven't actually asked me.
oh anonymous, your mind and tongue are so twisted :-) i was asking you what you thanked me for, but i guess i know the answer now, you thanked me for being so patient and putting up with you :-P
ReplyDeleteOh dear :-(
ReplyDeleteIf to make distinctions is to have a twisted mind then I fear for your eternal soul.
But where does my tongue come into it? I *wrote* those words with my hands, not my tongue!
"...putting up with me"?
Charming! Is this how you infidels treat guests?! Ha! And double Ha!
oh, fear for my eternal soul is always the wisest option, i guess :-)
ReplyDeleteyou may have written those words with your hands, but i heard them spoken with your voice (i am very imaginative, yes :-)
And triple Ha! :-P
Oh, my dear child, do you hear voices in your head a lot of the time? If you had only told me earlier I would never have joshed with you so. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?
ReplyDeleteWhat is meant by "may"?
Triple, eh? Well, I'll call your bluff. One more from me, and I see you!
frumos!
ReplyDeletemultumesc, marius :-)
ReplyDeleteLes images ont par eux-même un pouvoir; des domaines ou les interrogations philosophiques de la pensée immagination. Il y a de la grâce entre les pixels.
ReplyDeleteAllan, je sens aussi cette grace qui entoure ce poste, mais je pense qu'elle vient surtout des vers de Peter... mes images ne font que l'accompagner en toute humilite...
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