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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

every minute holy




I Am Too Alone In The World
~Rainer Maria Rilke 
{Robert Bly translation}


I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming nearer,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like a pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.






I want to unfold....





This series of photos speaks to the absentmindedness in our household....or perhaps exhaustion....or perhaps our care in housekeeping, I don't know. But.

Somehow the scrabble dictionary ended up in the laundry....




Above is the black and white version, colour below.





 It seems to me that the book is unfolding, revealing secrets, difficult to decipher, but secrets nonetheless...


















1 comment:

  1. I always appreciate the clarity I receive when I visit your blog compared to the glimpses over at Flickr. Though time doesn't allow me to be here often, it's always like walking through an open door and into something I know will intrigue me.
    "like a ship
    that took me safely
    through the wildest storm of all" -- that's what your scrabble book says to me.

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