Wednesday, June 27, 2007

alien grace

Difference by Mark Doty

The jellyfish
float in the bay shallows
like schools of clouds,

a dozen identical -- is it right
to call them creatures,
these elaborate sacks

of nothing? All they seem
is shape, and shifting,
and though a whole troop

of undulant cousins
go about their business
within a single wave's span,

every one does something unlike:
this one a balloon
open on both ends

but swollen to its full expanse,
this one a breathing heart,
this a pulsing flower.

This one a rolled condom,
or a plastic purse swallowing itself,
that one a Tiffany shade,

this a troubled parasol.
This submarine opera's
all subterfuge and disguise,

its plot a fabulous tangle
of hiding and recognition:
nothing but trope,

nothing but something
forming itself into figures
then refiguring,

sheer ectoplasm
recognizable only as the stuff
of metaphor. What can words do

but link what we know
to what we don't,
and so form a shape?

Which shrinks or swells,
configures or collapses, blooms
even as it is described

into some unlikely
marine chiffon:
a gown for Isadora?

Nothing but style.
What binds
one shape to another

also sets them apart
-- but what's lovelier
than the shapeshifting

transparence of like and as:
clear, undulant words?
We look at alien grace,

by any determined form,
and we say: balloon, flower,

heart, condom, opera,
lampshade, parasol, ballet.
Hear how the mouth,

so full
of longing for the world,
changes its shape

Thursday, June 21, 2007

very knitty week

I've spent the last week indoors being a bit miserable and ill. Picked up some viral thing from Ana which made me all hot and cold and gave me a sore throat. I still kind of feel like I'm underwater. Anyway, in between sleeping and watching too much TV I knitted this for Ian. It's from a pattern I got on the internet but for anyone else thinkin' of pickin' up sticks I recommend the Stitch n' Bitch Handbook. Very readable and ace for a total beginner.

BTW, I have lost the charger for the camera so all photos of late have been taken with my phone.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

There's Magic in the Night....

If you've got a minute please have a look at the video opposite.

I've been looking for this song for ages but all I can find is a video. Does anyone know if it's on an album somewhere?

So, so lovely.

Nick Hornby said this:

'Maybe the reason Thunder Road has sustained me for years is that, despite its energy and volume and fast cars and hair, it somehow manages to sound elegiac, and the older I get the more I can hear that. When it comes down to it, I suppose that I too believe that life is momentous and sad but not destructive of all hope, and maybe that makes me a self-dramatizing depressive, or maybe it makes me a happy idiot, but either way Thunder Road knows how I feel and who I am, and that, in the end, is one of the consolations of art.'

I hear ya Nick. This version of the song does it for me.

So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

colouring in

Have been doing some more colouring in for my friend's class who are writing story books for their children. This one concerns two professors (one nice, one grumpy), a pair of magic glasses and three female ninjas.