Wandering activists and poets, George and Mary Oppen, aboard the small boat they lived on in the 1930s.

(Re)reading Mary Oppen's Meaning A Life at the moment.

reading W.S. Merwin (“Losing a Language”).

the book was once blue
and together with its sparse spine
it is said of a beautiful object
that the book was, together with its sparse spine

-Tirzah Goldenberg

What is this joy? That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do?
That the snake has no blemish,
that the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in white star-silence?

— Denise Levertov

Raoul Ubac, 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦, 1962.

nut
or fruit :
earthen
vessel

Reading Robert Kelly 2

Rabindranath Tagore •
Untitled (Birds), 1930

Susan Howe in evening light

Ken and I wrote a renga in memoriam of our dear comrade, Gerry Loose, published here. dayofaccess.co.uk/2024/05/in-mem…

I considered that we were now, as always, at the end of time.

- Borges, quoted by Cristina Campo

📷 Minor White, High Valley, Oregon, 1941

Houston / walking to the hardware store

Whitebeam 💚

Gerry Loose and Andrew Schelling, from a project inaugurating the John Muir Way, planting the seeds of trees from California and Scotland. Photo: Hannah Devereux. alecfinlayblog.blogspot.com/2014/02/seedin…

endless bus ride … day becomes night … red, green, blue lights move past windows … glowing signs … reflections cross reflections … the tired, impassive faces … the potholed street

day, night … the homeless, jobless who travel the streets, with their carts, backpacks, carry-ons, or plastic bags … sometimes riding a bus, sleeping, talking to themselves … alone