Zoned Out

There are the lucky few who zone out their windows and stare at brinks. The faraway intrigue of a forest— how it conspires— or the streaked lines of an ocean fringed by its horizon, or a city with more sky than scrapers, or even the informality of a backyard at dawn. But there are those— my friend and I— who can zone out, quite easily, to whatever’s right in front of us, no matter how unspectacular. A poorly painted wall. Its cracks. The ceiling fan’s chop. A woman on the C train pulling her ponytail through its tie, not once or twice, but six times. Six complete loops; her fingers closing into a claw each time. It’d been months since I’d been to a museum, but watching this woman mechanically tie her hair was softly enormous.

~ Durga Chew-Bose, from “Heart Museum” in Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays


Image: deryhana

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

Coffee anyone?


Photo: Patty Maher with Concentric Circles

It’s been a long day


Notes:

 

It’s been a long day

I am not a person to say the words out loud

I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page:

know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other

than my tongue

the quiet love

the silent rage

—  Keri Hulme, from “Against the Small Evil Voices,” in Strands.


Notes:

 

T.G.I.F.

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Source: Swiss-miss

It’s been a long day

Maybe it would be better
to let out a gentle sigh
at the transience of the world
and carry on.

~ Kyo Maclear, Birds Art Life: A Year of Observation 


Notes:

T.G.I.F.: On its knees

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There are moments when,
whatever the posture of the body,
the soul is on its knees.

— Victor Hugo,  from Les MiserablesChapter IV. A Heart beneath a Stone

 


Notes: Quote – Hidden Sanctuary. Photo: Kristi Wright (via Mennyfox55)

It’s been a long day

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When I tell you how bad it is,
how hard I’ve worked at something,
how much I’ve been through,
there is only one phrase I want to hear.
Which is:
‘That’s enough. You can stop now.’

~ Kyo Maclear, Birds Art Life: A Year of Observation 

 


Notes:

It’s been a long day

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Such longing.
How large
the muscles in our shoulders must be
to lift our wings even a single time.

~ David Romtvedt, closing lines to “Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight,” Dilemmas of the Angels: Poems

 


Notes:

T.G.I.F.: Teetering on yourself

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You push yourself to the edge
until you become the edge and teeter on yourself–
but there is no edge,
only new modes of consciousness swimming into one another.

~ Jim Harrison, from “A Natural History of Some Poems,” Just Before Dark: Collected Nonfiction

 


Notes: Poem source: Memory’s Landscape. Photography: No boundaries by Monique (via Mennyfox55)

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