We hold and sway together in the doorway, the Earth counterbalancing each lilt and tilt, left and right. This could be fragrant island rain or a white moth dusting in through moonsheer panes of an early June, your breasts stirring the fine hairs on my chest like turning koi as we creak wood and kneejoints that have seen seasons more spry than we have need to conjure or recount.
We are here, this way, now. Together is a point on a star map that says You Are Here And Here And Here. The fluid core of a planet emits liquid magnetism, surrounds us in an iron knuckle that presses us closer together than gravity alone can account for. So we stay that way and sway, sway, slowly sway. These are the moments that outlive us because they give purpose to the all of this.
Ghosts knock on other doors this night and leave us to haunt ourselves with a sheetless incarnate knowledge. And the world falls away like a bridal dress at the threshold of consummation, a careless shoe kicked backward across the floor to wedge beneath the armoire, the foot traded for finned wings and nimble kisses, glass mouths that break and open to all the possible courses they abandon safer water for. Joseph Gallo June 8, 2009
wisdom is worth all we lose to attain it. ~aucassin verdé
i wonder if the artist ever lives his life-—he is so busy recreating it. only as i write do i realize myself. i don't know what that does to life. ~anne sexton
you must acquire the trick of ignoring those who do not like you. in my experience, those who do not like you fall into two categories: the stupid and the envious. the stupid will like you in five years time. the envious, never.~john wilmot, 2nd earl of rochester
art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes. ~kahlil gibran
creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. art is knowing which ones to keep. ~scott adams
those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either. ~golda meir
i said to my soul, be still,
and wait without hope,
for hope would be hope
for the wrong thing.
wait without love,
for love would be love
of the wrong thing.
there is yet faith;
but the faith and the love
and the hope are all
in the waiting.
wait without thought,
for you are not ready for thought.
so the darkness shall be the light,
and the stillness the dancing.