Below Me

I’m impressed with the cropping decision; cropping is editing and editing is essential and sacred.  If only foresight were 20/20 and I could have avoided bouncing around the underworld (it’s beneath the fetid, flaccid underbelly cloaked by the hideous Hawaiian shirt, unseen by the 10 dead eyes) for the last eight months or so.  Can’t undo anything, though, and on balance the right things happened.  I haven’t been the person who wrote “O Lost” in book margins for a long, long time.

T. Rex: Dandy In The Underworld (Link)

SATURDAY MORNING FEVER (SHIKI, 1901)

 

yūgao no                        I dream of making

tana tsukuran to             a trellis for moon-flowers

omoedomo                      to climb

aki machigatenu              but oh my life that will not

waga inochi kamo            bear the weight till autumn!

 

Note:  How on earth can anyone stand to live with me?  I’ve borne the weight till autumn, by the way, but not gracefully. 

Tonight we adjourned again to our drive, a majestic platform fit for Chariots Of The Gods? visits, at significant sunset.  We live deep inside forest and overlook woods and rises from Signal Hill, Chester County's apex.  Light the most beautiful I had ever seen; no Hollywood artificer-necromancer conjuring A Midsummer’s Night Dream light could possibly have improved it.  It fit my inside-outside-somewhere I guess mood, was substrating, honest and real.  No ballooning spiders but instead a stone, a leaf and an unfound door. 

 

She Darked The Sun -- Dillard and Clark (Link)