Archives annuelles : 2009

Upon seeing the Pierre Soulages exhibition in Paris, I am struck by the continuous reverberations that I am still feeling from what was essentially a painterly presentation of black substances (not only paint). "Le noir a des possibilités insoupçonnées et, attentif à ce que j'ignore, je vais à leur rencontre," Soulages says. ("Black has unsuspected [...]

Late in the afternoon I go out: for a walk, to run some errands, feel the air, see the sky, experience the relationship of being among persons and things, move away from the writing I do all day, alone. I choose a way I have never gone before, in a neighborhood where I have lived [...]

Hours and dates advance, from night to morning to afternoon, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, September to October, in an indecipherable flow. Calendar and clock keep the count for me: I believe I can see time and space move! Activities unfold, my attention floats and holds, floats and holds as I answer a knock at the door, [...]

It's been such a busy week. My nose is running all over the place. I watch the clouds skid across the sky as day seems to be drawing to a close more quickly than ever. The need to stand from my desk and go grows, due to worldly obligations. The funny thing is, I have [...]

Since 7:30 this morning in New York, John Daido Loori Roshi is no longer as he had been known since birth in 1930. It was raining tonight as I emerged from the Métro to go sit with my Wild Flower friends, innumerable drops endlessly falling, "general all over," as Joyce wrote of the snow in [...]