Joan Mitchell, quoted by Patti Smith:
“The solitude that I find in my studio is one of plenitude. I am enough. I live fully there.”
From “The Garden” by Jack Gilbert, a poem of 29 lines; below are the first four and the final five.
We come from a deep forest of years
into a valley of an unknown country
called loneliness. Without horse or dog
the heavens bottomless overhead.
…
He wonders all the time where
he has arrived, why so much has been
allowed him (even rain on the leaves
of sugar maples), and why there is
even now so much to come.
From “England” by Marianne Moore
grass-less, links-less, language- less country — in which letters are written not in Spanish, not in
Greek, not in Latin, not in
Shorthand
but in plain American which cats and dogs can read!
From Anything On Its Side, by Larry Eigner
oh world
what sound
for our ears
Another from Anything On Its Side, by Larry Eigner
Cannibals are children
as well as adults
From “Brancusi’s Golden Bird,” by Mina Loy
an incandescent curve
licked by chromatic flames
in labyrinths of reflections
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