Wishes for 2019 & Poetry
The Universe
I wish you a very happy Christmas and a wonderful, creative and prosperous 2019. May it be filled with joy, inspiration, good deeds, spiritual attainment, pleasure moments, love...
“These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’
Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”
Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy “something”, to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.”
A City in a Desert. Non-toxic intaglio, collage.
“Solitude! The blue egg laid by a great sea-bird, and
the bay-leaves at morning all laden with gold lemons!
Yesterday it was! The bird made off!
Tomorrow the festivals and tumults, the avenues
planted with podded trees, and the dustmen at dawn
bearing away huge pieces of dead palmtrees, fragments of giant wings... Tomorrow the festivals,
the election of harbour-masters, the voices trilling in
the suburbs and under the moist incubation of storms,
the yellow town, casque’d in shade, with the girls’
camiknickers hanging at the windows.
At the third lunation, those who kept watch on the
hilltops folded their canvas. The body of a woman was
burnt in the sands. And a man strode forth at the
threshold of the desert— profession of his father: dealer in scent-bottles.”
