Hope to do more of these, but here’s my first ‘Art with Words’. This courtesy of the Met, Meghan, Kate, and Kate, and our combined long week of work catching up to us on Friday Museum Night.
I found a book of Mary Oliver‘s poetry at work. Delicious. Here’s one I read on the subway this morning I particularly enjoy.
A Dream of Trees
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments,
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way from everywhere.
There is a thing in me that still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
Mary Oliver, circa 1965
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I’ll keep this in mind.
I’ve been a bad blog-mistress. I’ve neglected my sweet sweet site-for-me for the wide world of review-blurbs! But no fear, I shall return.
Yes I’ve had the great fortune of gigging for Not For Tourists, which I’m truly enjoying. I slept with my NFT-book (yes, yes I did) when I moved to NYC just over a year ago. And now I feel confident enough in town to actually write for them! And even if I don’t, what a great way to fake it, eh?
Thanks to Rebecca and Meg, my two favourite Phillies (pun!) for
a. being my friends
2. letting me use them as NFT references, and
D. rocking
Stay tuned to NFT to watch me make a fool out of myself in a more public platform!
I visited my great aunt at her home in Manchester, VT a few weekends ago. She will be 90 this September. I love her.
I took a walk one foggy morning. I ended up walking to the cemetery a couple miles down the road. The oldest graves were from the early 1800s. Some people buried there were veterans of the Revolutionary War. Cycles of life were on my mind, I guess.
Abandoned in Manchester
Clover field
I am excited to see Batman tonight. I am the last person in New York to see it, I think.
