Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 10, 2024


PHILLIS LEVIN
"Dandelion"

Ferocious flower
Cast out

Dent de lion

Wily traveler
Rooted in ruthlessness

Dent de lion

Dreaded survivor
Poisoned hunted speared

Dent de lion

Exile returning to rule
Legions of grass

Dent de lion

On a spur of the moment
Marrying the wind

Dent de lion

Settling in
To make a new broadcast

Dent de lion

Broaching the dream-gate
Tail swaying

Dent de lion

Jagged leaf for a tooth
Bearing the bite of your name

Dent de lion

Your mane a nebula
Born of galaxies of gold

Dent de lion

A gray pincushion
Holding numberless stars



Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Daily Painting

Arthur Wesley Dow
SPRING LANDSCAPE (1892)

Saturday, April 9, 2022


JITŌ TENNŌ
[Has Spring Passed Away]
____________________

Has Spring passed away?
Did Summer already come?
Lo, Kagu Yama! There 
The white gowns are seen being dried.

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Translated by Yone Noguchi


Sunday, March 20, 2022


SITTING BULL
____________________

Behold, the Spring has come; the earth has received the embraces of the sun and we shall soon see the results of that love!

Every seed is awakened and so has all animal life. It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves, to inhabit this land.

[He continued, though, speaking words that almost 150 years later are no less contemporary to the endlessly gleeful invasions, gleeful theft, gleeful genocides, and gleeful destruction of the land, its cultures, and the world by indefensible white immigrants from Europe who have poisoned humanity with our use of religion and guns to take, kill, and destroy.]

Yet, hear me, people, we have now to deal with another race – small and feeble when our fathers first met them but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.

They claim this mother of ours, the earth, for their own and fence their neighbors away; they deface her with their buildings and their refuse. The nation is like a spring freshet that overruns its banks and destroys all that are in its path.

We cannot dwell side by side. Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that away from us. My brothers, shall we submit or shall we say to them, "First kill me before you take possession of my land."

[And so we did. Just as he asked. By the tens of millions in North America alone.]

 


VIRGINIA WOOLF
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I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.


The reason for the season.
 

Saturday, March 30, 2019

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Margaret Atwood from Bluebeard's Egg

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.     


Wednesday, March 21, 2018



MARGARET ATWOOD from Bluebeard’s Egg

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Goatman.

Monday, April 3, 2017