Today I found...

Kristy Bowen's poems in dusie that I thoroughly *loved*

(I think I will try & do this once a day-- I don't get online as much as some, but as it's summer, I get bored easily & will make the effort...)

Reading...

"It is always easy to mock 'distress,' but we are its contemporaries; we are at the endpoint of what Nous, ratio, & Logos, still today the framework for what we are, cannot have failed to show: that murder is the first thing to count on, and elimination the surest means of identification. Today, everywhere, against this black but 'enlightened' background, remaining reality is disappearing in the mire of a 'globalized' world. Nothing, not even the most obvious phenomena, not even the purest, most wrenching love, can escape this era's shadow: a cancer of the subject, whether in the ego or in the masses..." --Philippe Lacoue-Labarthe, Poetry As Experience

& & &

"The year of Herman Melville's birth was the year pauperism bacame a visible feature of American urban life. After the war of 1812, a new strident nationalism had replaced the classical republicanism of the Founding Fathers, ushering in an era of individualism that made commitment to the 'common good' seem old-fashioned and naive." --Laurie Robertson-Lorant, Melville: A Biography

An meine Schwester (reverse order)

for her b-day...

inside the envelope, mini books with folklore in them taken from a dictionary....i'd love to do individual projects based on each and every entry, but oh well...

the three individuals are on 2x2 canvases...

Our new bookcase

C- built it with his g-pa & then we stained it...

Something to drool over

Check out this beautiful, wonderfully satisfying photo on flickr

We came home from gardenville with all these plants, & in the process of potting them, disturbed this little 'un-- I only noticed cause it started writhing around at the top of the potting soil bag-- C- hopefully moved it to a better spot 'to let him finish what he needs to do', but, all my natural morbidities aside, it *really* disturbed me....so here is a pic of the face shrouded-- somehow, i *know* i will be paying for this one...

collecting the dead (from a just-mown field) moan

so, they just mowed the huge field behind our house (which was **full** of waist high grass & wildflowers and teeming, you might say, with all sorts) and i found this skeleton while talking with Michelle-- I thought it was a huge grasshopper (for some reason) & of course C- pointed out that it's probably a squirrel.....these are the sorrows of a renter i suppose, but if he (the mowerguy) had come near the firewheels in front of my house, i mighta had to put my foot down....

systematic sew (r)

C- thinks these are cheese but I like so so what:)