the house with blue shutters

Spanish moss and grave markers for Kevin of Hollywood

Bonaventure

 

the french have a word for it

dappled sunlight.  can you imagine having a word for dappled sunlight? does that make it more real?

i don't know the word. do you?

the first poem i ever loved

The Story of Augustus Who Would Not Have Any Soup

Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had;
And everybody saw with joy,
The plump and hearty healthy boy.
He ate and drank as he was told,
And never let his soup get cold.
But one day, one cold Winter's day,
He screamed out--"Take the soup away!
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today!"

How lank and lean Augustus grows!
Next day he scarcely fills his cloths,
Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still--
"Not any soup for me, I say:
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today!"

The third day comes; oh; what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.
Yet, when the soup is put on table,
He screams as loud as he is able,
"Not any soup for me, I say:
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today!"

Look at him now, the fourth day's come!
He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;
He's like a little bit of thread,
And on the fifth day he was--dead!

by Heinrich Hoffmann

Relieves fatigue. Sold everywhere.

Time bleeds through the images on the street.  Walker Evans. Andy Warhol. Jasper Johns. Reality dissolves into abstraction. These streets carry the memories of the South, of nights of blues, nights of rap.

And color. Orange and mint and lime and yellow and bright red. And texture.  Crisp and bright or soft and faded, peeling the past away. Add soft white blossoms. Perfect. Lift it for a room, a pattern, a painting. Or just see.

many times i pass this metal balcony

and every time i love it

You might miss them.......

If you drove by in a car

you would certainly miss them.

Or if  you rented a horse and carriage, you would most certainly be absorbed in the clippetty clop of horseshoes on the pavement

And you would miss these guys

And this lovely pattern

And twist of green

The swirl and height

If you rode your bike, you would fly by so fast. And if you were walking with a friend, surely all of your attention would be on their smiling face

You might not stop to see

the lace filigree,  the squash bulbs

the flowers and leaves, the geometry

the arabesque

the palm

and the small door

So I will show you.