And the Other

This that, off the beaten track, writ down in carbon black.
There is something magical about this painting (Youth by Arthur Frank Mathews): The whimsy of the horses on the cymbal player’s skirt, the sensuality of the languid bodies as they sink into the music, the freedom of the field and the deep, cooling shade of the nearby trees. I want to be one of them.

There is something magical about this painting (Youth by Arthur Frank Mathews): The whimsy of the horses on the cymbal player’s skirt, the sensuality of the languid bodies as they sink into the music, the freedom of the field and the deep, cooling shade of the nearby trees. I want to be one of them.

Was heaven where you thought? It must be there.

It must be where you think it is, in the light

On bedclothes, in an apple on a plate.

It is the honeycomb of the seeing man.

It is the leaf the bird brings back to the boat.

“Blue Buildings in the Summer Air” - Wallace Stevens