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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