Thursday, April 19, 2012

Rumi and Rilke, a Moment

 When grapes turn
to wine, they long for our ability to change.
When stars reel
around the North Pole,
they are longing for our growing consciousness.

Wine got drunk with us,
not the other way.
The body developed out of us, not we from it.

We are bees, and our body
is a honeycomb.
We made
the body, cell by cell, we made it.

Rumi (Translated by Robert Bly)

Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors,
and keeps on walking,
because of a church
that stands somewhere in the East.

And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.
And another man,
who remains inside his own house,
dies there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,
so that his children
have to go far out into the world
toward that same church,
which he forgot.

Rainer Maria Rilke  (translated by Robert Bly)

These paintings are from a series I did in the late 80's about Fire.  I always seemed to create work about fire..........i guess being a double Leo does that to you. 


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love the paintings. They fit the poetry. Double Leo! Wow, no wonder.


love the post - especially your paintings - and odd you mention the thing of fire in your work - in the beginning of mine - painting - many many moons ago, fire was a common theme - inherently built into the women i painted especially and wound its way into landscapes and foregrounds - in any event - lovely post - thanks very much!