Thursday, March 26

dawn|cherry blossoms

dawn|cherry blossoms ©2009 RosebudPenfold

a commensurate gaze

A virginity which, in its solitude, faced with the transparency of a commensurate gaze, has itself been as it were fragmented into its component whitenesses, one upon the next, the wedding — proofs of the Idea.

-- Stephane Mallarmé "Mystery in Literature"
Tr. Mary Ann Caws

Mallarmé in Prose

Friday, March 20

Saut dans le vide

Saut dans le vide (Leap into the Void) by Yves Klein, Harry Shrunk, John Kender 1960 (link)

happy vernal equinox

The soul has that measureless pride which consists in never acknowledging any lessons but its own. But it has sympathy as measureless as its pride and the one balances the other and neither can stretch too far while it stretches in company with the other. The inmost secrets of art sleep with the twain.

-- Walt Whitman, preface Leaves of Grass 1855

Tuesday, March 10


untitled ©2009 RosebudPenfold


There is a pain—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop him—Bone by Bone—

-- Emily Dickinson

Monday, March 2


©2009 RosebudPenfold


as light that can never
see itself
as none can lie still
falling free

I see your eyes

-- Inger Christensen, lines from it
Tr. Susanna Nied

Inger Christensen