[daily log: walking, 4.5km; dogwalking, 3.5km; c111063062084s]
Month: April 2022
Caveat: Poem #2098 “Brain traffic”
ㅁ The dreams solve nothing. They pile up some fraught symbols and leave me anxious.
Caveat: Tree #1190
You will note I neglected my “Friday Blogroll” today. I may end up doing every-other-Fridays or something – I don’t read that many new blogs each week such that I can keep adding to the list so consistently. I’ve been running out of new blogs to include that interest me.
Caveat: Poem #2097 “Still too early, maybe”
Caveat: Tree #1189
This tree had a notch cut in it 10 days ago, but only today did I complete my project to end its life.
I cut some of it into rounds for future burning.
I also went and planted some leeks in my greenhouse garden. Last time I planted leeks they didn’t do that well, but I had some seeds so I decided to try. So far the only thing growing well this year is some carrots.
Caveat: Poem #2096 “Find what?”
ㅁ If you can find it, in fact, then you will know how to act, to compensate what you lacked.
Caveat: Tree #1188
Caveat: Poem #2095 “A parable about lost astronauts”
ㅁ "Look!" they said. "This journey," they continued, "is impossible. The geometry's wrong, and the shape of space and time will soon lead all of us astray." They sat, shaking their heads, crestfallen.
Caveat: Tree #1187
This tree (the young alder at the right) saw some forget-me-nots (Alaska’s state flower) begin to bloom in front of my greenhouse.
Caveat: Poem #2094 “A parable about found stones”
ㅁ Of course the stones were arreptitious, just existing in the present: a passing truck might raise up their weighty singing souls only a moment then flung sideways they'd lie down with weeds, lost.
Caveat: Tree #1186
This tree guarded the driveway to lot 73.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 4km; c117073056084s]
Caveat: 눈도 깜짝 안한다
I found this aphorism in my book of Korean aphorisms.
눈도 깜짝 안한다 nun.do kkam.jjak an.han.da eye-TOO blink NOT-do-PRES The eyes don't even blink.
This means a person doesn’t blink in the face of danger or surprise. Actually, the English expression is identical: “He didn’t even blink.”
My friend Seungbae, on reading some of this here blog, sent me an expression to include in my Korean expressions (which I’ve been doing weekly), but I didn’t include it this week because it’s been a bit hard for me to figure out. I need to do some more research. It’s not really an aphorism, more like a contemporary slang expression. Maybe next week.
Caveat: Poem #2093 “Instant day”
ㅁ Each morning leaps into place through a kind of dreamy space and a rigid, stony grace.
Caveat: Tree #1185
Caveat: Poem #2092 “Hope”
ㅁ The garden lay, ungrowing (damp, brown earth); it was a dearth of sprouting and a surfeit of waiting.
Caveat: Tree #1184
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture sometime in 2013.
I’ve been struggling emotionally: feeling incompetent at anything I take on. So today I took on very little, and did badly at what I did.
Caveat: Poem #2091 “Prophecy”
ㅁ The house made of trash: I lived there like a prophet. That was a strange dream.
Caveat: Tree #1183
This tree witnessed a dog drinking seawater (because it was there!).
Actually that picture is from a few days ago. Today, I ended up going to work – not a normal work day for me, but I’ve been suffering through trying to solve a major problem for a customer’s framing job that is largely a problem of my own creation.
Caveat: Friday Blogroll
Blogs (and blog-like-objects) in my browser right now (not categorized this week, due to laziness).
- The Ruffian
- The AP (Alex Pareene) Newsletter
- Margins by Ranjan Roy and Can Daruk
- trees are harlequins, words are harlequins (“nostalgebraist”)
Caveat: Poem #2090 “Arboreal disobedience”
Caveat: Tree #1182
Caveat: Poem #2089 “Shame”
Caveat: Tree #1181
This tree noted snow on the mountain and dust on the road.
Caveat: Too many words, but precious.
Uptick We were sitting there, and I made a joke about how it doesn't dovetail: time, one minute running out faster than the one in front it catches up to. That way, I said, there can be no waste. Waste is virtually eliminated. To come back for a few hours to the present subject, a painting, looking like it was seen, half turning around, slightly apprehensive, but it has to pay attention to what's up ahead: a vision. Therefore poetry dissolves in brilliant moisture and reads us to us. A faint notion. Too many words, but precious.