An amortization as periodic table
as a protractor stabbing pinholes
in the charts of a then comes wonder
These are the geometries of heaven
the wavelengths of moonlight
The scholar studies it, a merchant
ponders its returns, a poet
lurks in its blue shadows, scribbling
charcoal rubbings from the reliefs
These are the trade guilds of heaven
the arbiters of moonlight
What seeing saw, the feelings felt
are the joins and fittings
where everything that comes together
in congregation, parts
(Graphic: Selectively tinted photograph of temporarily arranged steel scraps.)
We claimed our independence from
a sovereign, long forgot
But we're all inter-dependent
in what they call the melting pot
Freedom: is it something that
I myself have got?
Exclusive of my neighbor's freedom:
freedom this is not.
They’re awfully spooky for an urban population. I finally had to stake out the bush from the rooftop.
Mercifully cool early in the morning on July 4th.
Ever seduced by the cult of surfaces. Morning light is when they rally to recruit new members. The gallery of nobs above is a detail of a sculpture whose final appearance is still under development by the steady hand of time and weather.
I’ve just this week moved from Galveston to Houston, taking a studio dwelling in a private artist collective up in the Heights. The complex is a work in progress, a prototype for a much more ambitious arts/community/living vision by its creator, Nestor Topchy.
The vibe here is terrific. Being still under development it has a post-apocalyptic utopian feel to it. Photos above all taken on the property which is strewn with large steel sculpture projects, miscellaneous construction materials and debris. The residences are stacked shipping containers, and the studios are quite small. Though more than adequate for a retiree and his cat.
The grounds feature a large excavated pond, called Crescent Pond, which is home to fish, turtle, crayfish, birds, dragonflies and at least a couple of koi. Some large trees and dense bamboo groves round it all out. Cardinals and Inca Doves in good numbers, and a variety of dogs and cats who reside here.
I’ve decided to designate my bird photography website as an archive and begin locating all my writing and photography here at Starfish Sutra. As always, thanks for following.
The cockroach stands alone. There is no other creature like him. If out of spite you wish to assail your enemy’s reputation by comparing him to one, you have erred. If your enemy was as vital, energetic, crafty, and quick as a cockroach he’d have vanquished you long ago. Show some respect.