Mark Rothko – image into ikon

#adventapertures2025: day 21

Silence has its own notation: dark Jottings of duration, but not pitch, A long black box, or little feathered hitch Like a new Greek letter or diacritical mark Silence is a function of Time, the lark In flight but not in song. A nothing which Keeps secrets or confesses. Pregnant, rich, Or awkward, cold, theContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 21”

whole: Sunday 1

I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass. (from ‘After Apple-picking’, Robert Frost) For the last few years I have been trying to change the way I think and talkContinue reading “whole: Sunday 1”