Ah! the 3 C's -- conversation, cooking, community.
Here a simple nasturtium dreams of evening. Enjoys a quiet self-conversation as light changes. As nasturtium becomes evening.
Same can be said of a meal. Of a poem. Definitely, a community. I'm remembering Sunday. Thanks aplenty and gratitude for the SF Peace and Hope Fest at ANEW Gallery -- thanks to herchurch, Stacy Boorn, Elizabeth Hack, Steve Eulberg, Al Young, Erica Goss, Deborah K. Tash, Roxanne Worthington, Elaine Drew, Patrick Cahill, Nancy Wakeman, Carolyn WarmSun, Philip Lewenthal. Thanks to the greatest artists an artist may encounter -- a listening & receptive audience. That's conversation. And what is a meal if it can't be shared. Art, if unseen, unheard?
Back to conversation, OK? I'm thinking conversation is the most layered, textured and exquisite form of living ekphrastically.
Feel free to weigh in on this. Share a poem. Share a recipe. Share a mentor's quote. Become evening.
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ReplyDeletenotes while waiting for toast
we ask ourselves, what are our themes
fruition==or====failure
public and private terrors
love, of course-------concealment/revelation
prophecies of history
absence, the laws which govern us in dreams
prophecy, sacrifice, pleasure
1980, marbled blue book, sf, ca