Category: studio

And isn’t everything risk?

The beloved lives 
Then dies,
Then (if we’re lucky) 
Rises again 
Into a poem or song

Or into the world 
In some other form 
Impossible to predict.

Simplest story, oldest tale: 

Sparrows sing it
From every hedge;

And swallows, also, 
From their nests on the ledge. 

[And isn’t everything risk?], Gregory Orr

purple and black intoned (also, in another register the green and brown)

in chant

          Goaded and harassed in the factory
           That tears our life up into bits of days
           Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
          Shredding our portion of Eternity,
          We break away at last, and steal the key
           Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
           Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
          The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
           Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
           Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
          Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
           Within a granite basin, under one
           The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
          Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.

The Matrix, Amy Lowell

ways of being inactive: rest, … and leisure (Aristotle)

Leisure was the form of inactivity appropriate to so-called free or active men, who were capable either of projecting the ends of their activity far ahead, or of acting solely for the pleasure of asserting their capacity for action.

a form of society where the generic activity of human beings – labour – has become an end in itself, rather than a mere means of survival (Marx, 1844 Manuscripts)

via JC