Beneath the surface of light . . .
Here in Okieland the heat-hammer is falling with indices forecasted at 113º by late afternoon.
In the mailbox this Odin's day:
… even silence can feel, to the world, like happiness. – Mary Oliver, from Blue Iris, 2004.
Milan Kundera died yesterday. The Czech author of The Unbearable Lightness of Being died in Paris at 94.
Some significant birth dates today:
Henry David Thoreau was born 206 years ago todayin 1817 Concord, Massachusetts.
It's the 119th anniversary of Pablo Neruda's birth. The Chilean poet was born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto on this date in in 1904 Parral, Chile. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.
Today is the 133rd anniversary of Egon Schiele's birth. The revolutionary painter was born on this date in 1890 Tulln, Lower Austria
“Envy those who see beauty in everything in the world.”-- Egon Schiele in Maria Popova's Marginalian
The radiant mind isn't something created or invented or produced—it’s actually there all the time, but it’s covered over. – Donald Rothberg
Look deep into the Watercourse on its Way. Beneath the flotsam, jetsam and flashing surface reflections of sky are the living depths of stone becoming sand, becoming canyons.
Ask Me
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.