Thursday, August 30, 2007
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
Monday, August 27, 2007
The printer had to be replaced because it uses parallel (serial port) cables and the new computer requires USB port cables (nya nya from hp ... "we already have the money, honey").
Now I was crawling around under the desk looking at the cables for the scanner (11'x14" flatbed with slide/negative scanning adapter), and realized I had already hooked it up because it does use USB cable. Well, you would think that meant *YIPPEE* no new scanner to buy, but noooooo! I plugged in the power cord and Windows said put in the disc baby. I had no disc and said so. It searched for drivers then said "Windows Vista does not support this moldy old scanner you idiot, you will have to get a new one and that is gonna cost you."
Well, that is not an exact quote, but that is the subtext.
For a measly $300 I can get a new one, but I did not really plan on spending all this on top of buying the new computer. Yes, yes, I know. I SHOULDA KNOWN.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
My teacher told me it was not a good painting, so I painted over it. I really like it, personally, and so did some of my classmates. It is gone forever now, and I wish I had it.
Monday, August 20, 2007
I whipped out the ole needles and whipped this up in a flash, but I had to take time out to work on the computers ....
So it goes out in the mail tomorrow morning.
The lovely solid color surprised me ... I usually get the flecked colors. For this pattern, it really shows off the stitches.
We are dead last ... poor tortoise knitters ...
YAY! Deb of California sent me this great little box with my treat, that red knitted flower pin, two skeins of cotton yarn, and a knitted dish rag. She also included the lovely card saying I am IT.
I had better knit fast!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Because Bear and Chip were not compatible and fought more and more as time went on, I have let Chip go to our trainer. I know he will be happy there, and we are back to being a one-dog household. It is amazingly quiet and peaceful!
I will see Chip every Saturday at the Dog Socialization Park, so this solution is a very happy one all the way around.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
OK that is it for this year ... barring unforeseen emergency changes, we have upgraded our house enough for now.
This is our new front garden. You can't see it but there is a border of good-sized river rocks next to the house. You can see the planting and the cut rock edging on the walk.
All the plants are low maintenance, dought resistant, and will never get terribly tall. WHEW no more shrub trimming in the front!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
However, the point of this post is visualizing what we want! So, what do we want?
Here is my partial list of what I would like to see happen in the future:
peace between all nations
fair trading and ethical manufacturing practices
health care for everyone with a good living for doctors
good education for everyone
care for our mineral, plant and animal kingdoms
beautiful architecture and gardens for all areas
freedom to live as we wish without interference as long as we do no harm to others
religious freedom for all
political freedom for all
How would our world look? With healthy soil, water, air, land ... healthy people ... beauty ... true freedom (not simply your choice of brand names) ... reverence for our planet and all its inhabitants.
I visualize this future. This is our future ... now or later ... the choice is up to us.
In particular, I also believe karma is based upon action, but some actions are very subtle ... thoughts can be actions, in my view. A stray thought or image about killing or having sex or how horrid someone is ... I don't believe those things have much impact outside ourselves. It is focusing on the thought, expanding it, imagining what it would be like, making it real and vivid in our minds. That generates karma, I think.
I guess to see a strong thought or image as having karmic repercussions, one must believe in telepathy, and I have experienced that function in animals, plants and humans too often to discount it.
Like everyone I have destructive thoughts. The trick is to move away from them and release them. The memories of what I felt was harm being done to me could generate fantasies of revenge, but I try to keep away from that and focus upon what will be positive for my future.
Obsession is the extreme result of persistent thought and imagery on a subject, but there are many degrees. Controlling our thoughts is one of the admonitions of The Wise. I try and fail, and try again. There is no other way to work with it but to keep trying.
This sketch of the coast of Washington State was done in May of 1978, according to my notation at the bottom. I recall a misty pale green day driving down the coast through the rain forest to this open stretch of coast in a reservation.
I took this trip just before I moved to Brooklyn. I moved because wanted to experience the big city, and believe me, I did! If I went back to this place now, it would be a different place ... in time, and in my understanding of the world and people.
I am culling sketches that I still find appealing and destroying the rest, as I am also doing with paintings. I think this is part of preparing for death. We never know when it may arrive, so it is best to be prepared.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
In 1978 or 1979, I sat at a gallery in Brooklyn, as I recall, and sketched people as they walked past ... clearly everyone was facing approximately the same way. I was very shy and would not show the drawings to anyone.
I like the sketches very much now.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
I did this small (8" x 8") oil painting while I lived in the Coburg Hills near Eugene, Oregon, in the 1970s. I called myself Sundown at that time, in true hippie fashion, and lived in a commune. There is (or was) a companion painting of a waterfall inside a cave, also with a lot of greys, the only color being the waterfall. The word "Sundown" is my signature, not the image.
I loved living there, but I did not have the means to commute to work, and finally moved into Eugene and went to Lane Community College while working as a dishwasher and fill-in waitress at Snappy Service Cafe #3, near the old railroad station.