Above, an oversized postcard from JT Steiny of Dog a Day which arrived on Saturday. The poem mentioned in Thursday's post, The Idea of Order at Key West, is one of Stevens' poems about poetry, or creativity. This poem describes a woman singing on the seashore, and in the stanza following the one quoted below are the lines:
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker...
Synchronicity or?
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English is not my language (obviously), but I can realize easily the beauty of this piece.
Ishka maninga!!
Serendipity!
synchronicity or not, they´re like splashes of mild sparkling water, every drop can contain an ocean.
one of my favorits too...write soon..too hot here
but love you!
yf
Stunning. Both.
I'm very big on synchronicity. My lovely lady and I chanced to send the same picture to each other on the same day when we were apart. Hers was on a postcard and mine was cut froma book of poems and pasted onto the tape box of some sounds I'd recorded on a riverside walk. Both pictures were identical van Gogh paintings. Postman Roulin. Work out the odds yourself! You'd easier win the lottery.
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