happy mother’s day
to all who do the mothering, have been mothered, or are in the circus.
sometimes it’s one and the same.
when we come down the stairs we see a magical scene
full of sculptures before us
and we cannot stop running to the sculptures
that are all around us
we find out the difference between the meaning of
‘static’ – still
(like sculptures)
and
‘kinetic’ – moving
(our group leans heavily on the kinetic side)
and at last we sit to hear the story of this one
trying to be static.
“what sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul. “
-joseph addison
water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
– pablo neruda
today, mr. roger, our snowplow driver
came back to our room
and brought some of his favorite birds to meet us
these two are chickens named marco polo and maranella
and they are married.
his granddaughter has a chicken for a pet and reads with it
and he really loves birds
even more than snowplowing.
mr. roger even showed us some of maranella’s treasures – her eggs
and we had the chance to gently touch everything and ask all kinds of questions.
it was amazing because he knew all of the answers.
he sure knows a lot about a lot.
—
“if I hadn’t started painting, i would have raised chickens.”
-grandma moses