Monday, January 18, 2010

River Lethe




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River of Lethe 
Carry me down
But there ain't no water here 
to be found.

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The wind is agitating the trees and filling the air with flying leaves and the crazy sounds of wind chimes banging and the little brown birds that fill our hedges are threeting and careening hard as thrown baseballs across the yard.



We have coffee and logs. We'll lose power soon.




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As for myself, I aim to go out in the storm and stand on the cliffs overlooking the thrashing sea and lean into wind and spray until I am bone cold and drenched.


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Namaste.


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7 Comments:

Blogger Radish King said...

I understand that is sometimes the only sensible thing to do. We are having your wind storm here too.
xo
r

4:01 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Your art gets more stunning and heart breaking heart rending every day.



wv: carchant

4:02 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Goddamnitrebecca!

I love my goddamned art and it makes me so proud and happy to count you as a fan of it.

It has taken me years to abandon everything I needed to to get at what feels right, to get out of the way enough to make room for something that lives for its own reasons, not mine.

It is one of my deepest joys to make it, to play with it to dive into, to discover and behold.

To have you appreciate it is like when someone befriends your child.

You just want to kiss them!


Thank bog for you.


yrs-

tearful

4:09 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

Mr. Tearful,
I'd assumed that you were finding these incredible images somewhere...
are they yours?
I know the painting On the Verge is yours, that sad, lonely, lovely image...at least I think it is...
thank you...

3:24 PM  
Blogger 21k said...

Oh man, I come here after missing a few days and I'm just blown away by those insanely wonderful and weird 'moving' stills of yours, they are like stopped small movies full of crazy expose's and truths and warnings - life caught in the surreal act of it.
And then what you say, and what you give, and all that ache and joy.

Wow. Just wow. I think your wild woman will be okay, how could she not if she comes from the likes of you and mrs tearful.

4:27 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Melissa-

Yes, these images are mine. As much as anyone's, I suppose. But I do put them together.

I'm glad you like them.

5:43 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Deirdre-

I don't know if she'll be alright or not. I pray she will be. I pray that what we gave her will somehow be enough. But it's far from certain.

I've seen a lot of bad things in my life. I got no illusions about what can happen, and who it can happen to.


I am glad for your company. I count it among my greatest blessings.



Of which I am in need now in no small way.


yrs-


tearful

5:46 PM  

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