I have been performing. Writing. Pondering. Practicing Flower Alchemy.
The digital map of the Beatrix Runs story is coming along nicely, as is the new site.
To stave off anxiety, I have been reading more poetry and working on songs which require a lot of vocals. I find that curiously calming.
Sometimes poetry is ornate like a piece of baroque furniture.
But sometimes it is simple without being simple. It is almost like code. There are some poems that seem to speak to the mind behind my over-active mind. They hypnotize/slow me down and I manage to zoom out from the immediate drama that my brain is chewing over and over.
The one below is from a poet I don't know well - in fact I found him surfing the internet, only to realize to my shame that he was one of the key authors of the 20th century.
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one...
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.