“At dawn a rose-peach cloud, dissolving into cerulean over
bare twigs, several yellow leaves; magpies. I'm amazed.
The filmmaker has taken pains to bleach out the rose and blue; it
shouldn't be so blatant if the climate is dying.”
Notley, Alice. From "Eurynome's Sandals." Chicago Review 54, no. 3 (2009): p.141.
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“Wherever a bee might fly within the bounds of this virgin wilderness — through the red wood forests, along the banks of the rivers, along the bluffs and headlands fronting the sea, over valley and plain, park and grove, and deep, leafy glen, or far up the piny slopes of the mountains — throughout every belt and section of climate up to the timber line, bee flowers bloomed in lavish abundance.”
Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. II. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p.76.
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“No mountain or mountain range, however divinely clothed with light, has a more enduring charm than those fleeting mountains off the sky — floating fountains bearing water for every well, the angels of the streams and lakes; brooding in the deep azure, or sweeping softly along the ground over ridge and dome, over meadow, over forest, over garden and grove ;lingering with cooling shadows, refreshing every flower, and soothing rugged rock brows with a gentleness of touch and gesture wholly divine.”
Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. II. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p.5.
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“No mountain or mountain range, however divinely clothed with light, has a more enduring charm than those fleeting mountains off the sky — floating fountains bearing water for every well, the angels of the streams and lakes; brooding in the deep azure, or sweeping softly along the ground over ridge and dome, over meadow, over forest, over garden and grove ;lingering with cooling shadows, refreshing every flower, and soothing rugged rock brows with a gentleness of touch and gesture wholly divine.”
Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. II. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p.5.
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“No mountain or mountain range, however divinely clothed with light, has a more enduring charm than those fleeting mountains off the sky — floating fountains bearing water for every well, the angels of the streams and lakes; brooding in the deep azure, or sweeping softly along the ground over ridge and dome, over meadow, over forest, over garden and grove ;lingering with cooling shadows, refreshing every flower, and soothing rugged rock brows with a gentleness of touch and gesture wholly divine.”
Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. II. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p.5.
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“No mountain or mountain range, however divinely clothed with light, has a more enduring charm than those fleeting mountains off the sky — floating fountains bearing water for every well, the angels of the streams and lakes; brooding in the deep azure, or sweeping softly along the ground over ridge and dome, over meadow, over forest, over garden and grove ;lingering with cooling shadows, refreshing every flower, and soothing rugged rock brows with a gentleness of touch and gesture wholly divine.”
Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. II. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p.5.
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“Black highway painted black
Rain washes away
Paper men made in bare orchard branches
Rain washes away
Sheets of writing spread over a field
Rain washes away
Little gray boats painted along a gutter
Rain washes away
Naked bodies painted gray
Rain washes away
Bare trees painted red
Rain washes away”
Kaprow, Allan. “Raining.” Some Recent Happenings. New York, NY: Great Bear Pamphlets, 1966. p.14.
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“Black highway painted black
Rain washes away
Paper men made in bare orchard branches
Rain washes away
Sheets of writing spread over a field
Rain washes away
Little gray boats painted along a gutter
Rain washes away
Naked bodies painted gray
Rain washes away
Bare trees painted red
Rain washes away”
Kaprow, Allan. “Raining.” Some Recent Happenings. New York, NY: Great Bear Pamphlets, 1966. p.14.
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“A strange toponymy that is detached from actual places and flies high over the city like a foggy
geography of ‘meanings’ held in suspension, directing the physical deambulations below: Place de l'Etoile, Concorde, Poissonniere…”
Certeau, Michel de. The Practice of Everyday Life. Translated by Steven Randall. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1984. p.104.
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“Seeing Manhattan from the 110th floor of the World Trade Center. Beneath the haze stirred up by the winds, the urban island, a sea in the middle of the sea, lifts up the skyscrapers over
Wall Street, sinks down at Greenwich, then rises again to the crests of Midtown, quietly passes over Central Park and finally undulates off into the distance beyond Harlem.”
Certeau, Michel de. The Practice of Everyday Life. Translated by Steven Randall. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1984. p.104.
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“The ways one went, the forms that were
empty as wind and yet they stirred
the heart to its passion, all is passed over.
Lighten the load. Close the eyes.
Let the mind loosen, the body die,
the bird fly off to the opening sky.”
Robert Creeley, “Inside My Head.” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1975-2005. Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 2006. p. 531.
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“SCATTER
All that’s left of coherence.
ECHO AGAIN
Statement keep talking
Train round bend over river into distance
DOOR
Everything’s before you
were here.”
Robert Creeley, “Gnomic Verses.” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1975-2005. Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 2006. p. 424.
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“I dreamt last night
the fight was over, that
the dust came, and then water,
and women and men, together
again, and all was quiet
in the dim moon’s light.
A paean of such patience—
laughing, laughing at me,
and the days extend over
the earth’s great cover,
grass, trees, and flower-
Ing season, for no clear reason.”
Creeley, Robert. “For No Clear Reason.” Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1996. p. 93.
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