the poet said once leopards
they break into the temple and drink to the dregs
what is in the sacrificial pitchers,
this being repeated over and over again; finally
it can be calculated in advance,
and it becomes a part of the ceremony -
they break into the temple and drink to the dregs
what is in the sacrificial pitchers,
this being repeated over and over again; finally
it can be calculated in advance,
and it becomes a part of the ceremony -
and you said too: you can guess why i said this.
yet the ceremony was taking place there, within her body bursting free through the night, her movements, sharp and hungry, tracing the outline of the field which was the only temple and the only thing which was repeated over and over again, at dawn, was how she broke down on her knees in front of the small thicket bearing white-glimmering flowers, out of breath, bruises on her skin, and had it been possible to calculate all this in advance and make her part of an order which wasn't hers, it wouldn't have been her any longer, and their delusion would have turned back against them, eventually, their gods blind and empty, their words hollow.
Never empty the leopard...
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oh such wonderful photos and I'm still shaking from the poem.
ReplyDeletethank you so much, musicwithinyou, it means a lot to me to know that something here on the Bridge touches people so deeply...
DeleteYour "secret women" have such rich experiences, full of light and shadows. As ever, I thank you for creating this window to their world.
ReplyDeleteLydia, and i am happy to see you here again on the Bridge :-)
Deletestunning, words and poem both.
ReplyDelete"words and poem both"? you mean, Kafka's leopard quote and my words around it? :-) i agree that Kafka can't be anything else than stunning :-)
DeleteAnd in the dream that the dreamer dreamed, the dreamed one awoke...(Borges)
ReplyDeleteah, myth, yes, i know of your passion for Borges :-)
Deletepowerful words and photographs, dear Roxana.
ReplyDeleteit is never possible to calculate all of this in advance, thanks God
- thus a chance to be ourselves, our words not hollow. (i smile)
thank you for this inspiring entry.
Tanja, i agree, though some things can be calculated in advance, to a certain extent, so maybe it all comes down to the question where and how to find the right balance...
Deleteas always, thank you for being here, with your open soul
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hug
The descent of an angel,shimmering in the darkness amongst the white dots of flowers.
ReplyDeletea leopard angel :-)
DeleteIt all comes down to the moments...between these we do chores...
ReplyDeleteyes, the fugitive moments of grace, i also believe that, myth...
Deleteeste cel mai ales titlu pentru aceste amintiri ale memoriei,fiindca eu asa am privit aceste fotografii naucitoare: cu toate ca mi se pare ca se naste din luna si piere odata cu norii,ca ea este cea cera inventeaza,de fapt,floarea si rasaritul si ca ia in rochia ei toata suflarea,in acelasi timp mai sunt acolo si acele poeme de manunchiuri rupestre,care o constiinta frematanda ca istoria trebuie,cumva,sa existe,si ca scrisul este ,in unele cazuri,singura arma posibila.
ReplyDeleteea este mareata,iar privirea asupra ei o sufla,cumva,cu aur argintat:) minunata,draga
ce frumos ai spus, că ea este măreaţă, cât îmi eşti de dragă pentru asta :-)
Delete1.hi my beautiful friend. ahhhhhhh masterly works and words. {I just flew over on my new modem. I can't help but mention this.this is how I come to you heart and soul and computer in hand haha.It is amazing how the tech agents in the philipines take over my computer and have rescued it many times. Yesterday after some discussion they said I needed a new modem and so they sent me to a local store to get the freebie. woah it is sooooooooooo fast.haha.
ReplyDeleteanyway down to the dream at hand wow I love the way the subject melts into the landscape in the final photo- all the photos are very powerful.How I love your powerful words-the ceremony was taking place there within her body bursting free through the night.I find this writing to be very rich because it is so layered. It is unlikely due to this layring that I will tap into your dream interpretation but I will offer mine in a vase of the mind a ritual sacrificial vessel that reality may turn over as spilt wine.
wine kisses my friend. see you later.
technical problems are always a bore, i am glad you could solve them quickly :-)
Deletei am happy you like both images and words here, both were equally important to me, in this case...
kisses back, dear Madeleine...
2. so yes I meant the ceremony of the seasons running through the blood-her movements sharp and hungry tracing the outlines of the fields-how I love that line and the ceremony of the menstrual cycle ruled by the moon and the eternal birth cycle,like sacrificial vessels within the body.-oh and yes perhaps the body itself a ritual vessel.
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
thankyou have a gorgeous autumn day.
"yes perhaps the body itself a ritual vessel"
Deletewonderful!!!
Having already attained epopteia (twenty seven times at last count), i find that participating in these ceremonies comes second nature to me. i usually bring the flowers (subtropical islands always seem to cough up a surfiet of bouquet material).
ReplyDeleteBut, switching gears, I just had a thought (unrelated, as usual). You should make a video about butterflies--that would be dandy as it would make lepidopterists, such as myself (and others presumably), quite happy.
hahaha
Deletethank you for making me remember the word epopteia :-)))
the big question is of course which video would be easier to make for me: about butterflies or about leopards (and in her dream world, anything can be a butterfly or a leopard, anything can be anything :-)
Love...
ReplyDeletethe hand in the flowers :)
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