piggy backy ridey

Holding her sisters
tiny little pants
of yellow and white flowers
behind her back

like a sweater
with only hands
fastened

'piggy backy ridey'

Coaching in TImes of Crisis and Transformation

The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their right name - Chinese Proverb.

Writing with insistence on knowing the names of the animals, plants specific aims at making you wiser about the world you inhabit.

When architecture speaks

The Yazidi holy place of Lalish


Deep Fluted Cone
The circular steps
on the bottom
make the edge
prominent like
daggers turned out

A good building
makes you recall
both the starting brick
and its defiance at once

If we were marble sculpture

Color potrait makes me
wish we were all marbles
to begin with
like the white sculptures

We could then be
chameleons
then we wouldnt need any
makeup

And when we run out of
some color
like the laundry day
it will be canary yellow lips
and patched face


In the beginning, when the artist is looking how the colors are on a practice sheet, light color circle a bit to the left of a dark one, gave it a 3D look.
At 13:25, her nose seems like it is placed on the sheet

Countries as thought clouds

A cloud of thought
on an overturned
paper on an easel

We use those clouds
to box up something
we dont know fully
but want to represent
it

Borders of a nation
too
seem drawn that way

Notes for 'Where Life is.."

6.14.15

Hand

Fissure

World map

Earth

At a fissure 

parts

Wish to coalesce

Like Zeno’s paradox

6.16.15

Aging of paint

Fades

Peels

Feeds calcium deficient kids

Elements

Paint Failure Dictionary

http://inspectapedia.com/PaintFailure/Paint_Failure_Dictionary.htm

Paint Adhesion loss

A Two tone paint

Is a case of two places

Where two paints failed

To stick

Where two paints repelled

The surface

Fading is a surface effect

http://webfootpainting.com/blog/2011/01/heres-an-interesting-article-about-howwhy-paint-fades/

bricks and paint to flake through expansion and contraction

https://books.google.com/books?id=EOOQiivLVTEC&pg=PA14&dq=fade+paint+art&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CEMQ6AEwBzgUahUKEwjQjKPL6pXGAhWBnYAKHc86AIw#v=onepage&q=fade%20paint%20art&f=false

bricks and paint breathe

The sun that illuminates the paint

Fades it too

 Where Life is

Hidden operatoin

Hidden operation

Robin Coste Lewis

Robin Coste Lewis is a great poet. Read the Pen Ten with Robert Coste Lewis. I enjoyed reading On the Road to Sri Bhuvaneshwari as it was a common ground. The center big piece 'Voyage of the sable Venus' is an experiment in terms of the arrangement of the content from the titles of museum exhibits, but so is every poem. In one when poem, where every scene is in the 'not' frame, I knew something dreaded was coming.
In Verga, a jumbled pantoum, a reverse rubik cube where any move from the horror is only weirder.
Every word of her seems well strained. Most likely poems to be sent to moon, as they represent humanity.
verga

Dogly

I came across Dog elbows in a poem by Robin Coste Lewis. While reading dog race reminded me of the dog elbows as dog end

Heaven

On the End of Iliad

The father is our first noble disaster - Rowan Ricardo Phillips

“Only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one,” - Mary Oliver

Scattered at Sea

'The Dead Woman's Telephone' poem in the book makes for a good example of a line for Ars Poetica. Its at once specific and general. It resonated with me when I was reading John Berger's line on archives being another way of dead people living.
'Thoughts of Tree at twilight' is how we look at things and think things. Even in 'Bon Courage' when poet Amy Gerstler tries to guides us through the imaginary woods like a docent in a museum, where you are welcome to linger but there's more to look too - but you are there.
'but the forest is our subject, not this young girl'
That sense of being in the poem is what you should read 'Scattered at Sea' for.
The little squiggles on the cover are cute.

berger's view on archives

The Best American Essays 2015

I randomly started reading The Best American Essays 2015. I liked the middle of the essay on recuperating and then I noted the essay name in mind 'Strange Days' and went back to it. I shared it with few friends. Articles have a nice way of interlinking things. After this essay, I could put all the recuperative literature that I read into one folder in my head. Then came the close brush with an accident in My Daughter and God which brings death, old age, life into clear focus. After the miscarriage in Difference maker, I had to find why the mood of the book is so heavy. The anthology has finally grown up. Later when I looked more into the details of the editor, I recognised the 'Thanksgiving in Mongolia' essay which explained the leaning of the book.
Its one thing reading the essays in the book, but finding the articles online along with the photos that go with it make it for an altered reading. I like going through the titles of the notable essays that didnt make it and catch a few of them.

Corduroy

My daughter picked this book from the library along with three others which we finished reading, but with this one, we were procrastinating because it seemed like too much text in a small book. The illustrations are cute, the story setting very heavy, transformational like the love of a bunny for a kid making him real or the creator giving life to toys kind of thing. How we got to reading this book finally was after seeing Corduroy Trick or Treat at  the mall where we were riding the turntable.

The end about the kid sewing was slightly unbelievable.

Kinetic design

1.
A Pot might look
beautiful at the
end of the
journey
of its making

But the form holds
itself as a proof of
the journey

of the rotation
nudges and pulls

****
To a poet A beautiful urn is supposed to equate beauty with truth. Truth of is so.

2. Time is the
next horizontal
line of thread
uniting the vertical
lake of threads
tying some dividing
others to form a
tapestry
(32:12)

3.  From a thick brush
the color bleeds onto
the nape of a
moving pot


(40:00)

Saguaro National Park, Sabino Canyon and Mt Lemmon

Usually trips are recalled in future even before happening, this time I was happy that I had a trip over the weekend.
I have been to saguaro National park before. Saguaro National Park East if we have to speak in proper terms. Thats the thing about trips, there's a charm to revisiting.
The last time I was there with a friend, we saw the open-air zoo, my first. So I hyped up my daughter's interest too in the trip with talks of that.