Friday, April 8, 2011
Nothing is more silly than having to decide whether a god is descending from light and the heavens or ascending from darkness and the earth, except to decide which is happening at that particular moment, from our particular perspective. Even an idiot knows that were the center of the earth cracked open, light from within - molten rock - would pour forth. We are a spinning egg with a fiery yolk. And that beyond the atmosphere is darkness and matter with some light and darkness and matter with some light, and nothing. It is all everywhere.
Were you once arrows
fallen from blue?
What terrible warriors
cast you down? The stars?"
Frederico Garcia Lorca, 1919
I think art could be described as container-creation (temporary or lasting) to house our deep-seated, deep-seeded and darkest desires, and that artists find this a necessary act, and a normal, wholesome one. This being said, I do not think art is a necessarily moral pursuit.
I'm here, I've arrived. All the work to do now, is here - to build a place for love and spirit, for the important things to have a place. What are we here for, but to love each other, to be with or without each other, to consider this, to pray over this, to act on this.
Today it's snowing! So snow on beds that I measured before - won't decrease today. But birds - robins, mourning doves, chickadees, cardinals, red-winged blackbirds, juncas, and just today, sparrows, all harbinging. Want to have windows open to hear them but still too cold. Still fire going in stove below. We are hauling wood down from the reserve pile at the land - our stash here ran out amonth ago! But we did have more - we wouldn't have frozen.
I planted my seed trays on Sunday, a infinitely hopeful sunny day - nine trays in all - seven in the greenhouse, and two in the house: tomatoes, peppers, celery, basil - which are just, at this very moment, popping up.
In this week's rite Sharon Mansur, a long-time friend, dancer, improviser is up from Washington, D.C., and we are getting back into each other's bodies for the first time in ten years.