After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes

May 27th, 2017 Posted In: Art Tags: , , ,

After great pain a formal feeling comes– The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions–was it He that bore? And yesterday–or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. This is the hour of lead Remembered if […]

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Oscar Wilde

The Skylight

May 27th, 2017 Posted In: Art Tags: , , , ,

You were the one for skylights, I opposed Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed, Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof Effect. I liked the snuff-dry feeling, The perfect, trunk-lid fit of the old ceiling. Under there, it was all hutch and hatch. The blue slates kept the heat like midnight […]

Wer nicht mehr liebt und nicht mehr irrt,
der lasse sich begraben.

If you no longer love and no longer err,
best let yourself be buried.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

. . . beyond hardship, wrong, tyranny, distress,
beyond misery, despair, hatred, treachery,
beyond guilt and defilement; watchful,
heroic, the Cuillin is seen
rising on the other side of sorrow

Sorley MacLean

Barbara

February 15th, 2017 Posted In: Art Tags: , , , , ,

Barbara Rappelle-toi Barbara Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là Et tu marchais souriante Épanouie ravie ruisselante Sous la pluie Rappelle-toi Barbara Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest Et je t’ai croisée rue de Siam Tu souriais Et moi je souriais de même Rappelle-toi Barbara Toi que je ne connaissais pas Toi qui ne […]

Sit at your desk for three hours each morning. Don't allow yourself to read, answer phone calls, tidy up, or anything else. You sit there. If you are not writing, you still sit there.
Eventually, you will write.

Flannery O’Connor

Scotland will be free when the last Church of Scotland minister is strangled by the last copy of the Sunday Post.

Tom Nairn