– Carol Ann Duffy, “All Days Lost Days,” from New Selected Poems 1984-2004 (Picador 2004)
in and out of the past,
so many things have died
In and out like a tide,
holds a tiny hologram.
Even this early
I am full of years.
Here are the little gravestones
stands in the wild grass,
watching the future
arrive in a line of big black cars.
lost days, in and out of themselves
and dreaming again and half-
Nothing It Can // Helios
(by karina y)
A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don’t know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox’s or bear’s, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there.– Eckhart
Wick Wack - Mellow Soul Fruit
Stumbleine “Dusk / Dawn” 2013 - Ocean Panorama
bjorn, ph harris
There is a song the body sings to itself
about time’s arrow, that has pierced
Its sentimental shining heart: about the eternal
flow of fire over the medulla oblongata,
And the oceanic backwash of lymph
in the cells’ interstices. Call that song an angel.
Call it space. The body sings, and does not know
or care about the corrosive dark matter
Sealed in burial urns. The body sings, and when it stops
for breath, nothing sings back its harmony.
T. R. Hummer, "Maria Ranier Rilke, 1875-1926," from Urn: Poems (Diode Editions, 2014)
Cinematography, direction, and editing by Colin Rich.