Sweet Teeth

And Yet the Books
And yet the books will be there on the shelves,
separate beings, that appeared once, still wet
as shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
and, touched, coddled, began to live
in spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are,” they said, even as their pages
were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
licked away their letters. So much more durable
than we are, whose frail warmth
cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
– Czesław Miłosz

I just read this over at whiskey river

I always think of human life as analogous to the life of flowers. We grow, bloom and die.
Do you suppose flowers have some way of creating that we know nothing about?
Is my Neptune showing?

I heard this for the first time last night.

I was already a Gillian Welsh fan.

Hearing this song combining bitterness, forgiveness, practicality and aching sweetness,
I instantly felt that I would happily have given a pint of blood just to hear it.
Hell, I dunno how much blood you can give at a time, but I would give the most,
all I could. Instead I bought the album. I felt honored to buy it.

Creation. The quote by Milosz is about writing, but I feel it holds true for all art.

What can be created is humbling, that we even can leave a trace,
a sign for others to share.
How lucky is that. Without art I would have been dead a long time ago.
It’s an achievement mechanism for one heart to touch another, beyond the grave.

I’m going to try to see Gillian and Dave while they are still alive,
and create all I can, all day every day.
Whatever it is that moves through you when you create, that is what I want in my life.

That holy substance that blooms the flowers and our very brief lives, we flame up and out like the candlelight we are…. and somehow it happens we can share something that bares the marks of our own intelligence, and yet is so beyond anything we could rationally conceive of.

In a way, art is a mirror for the divine in us. Is that Rilke? Or…Who says that?

Can you ever see your face, but through a reflection… and isn’t it something unknowable that looks back?

Gillian is a Libra Sun with whole lot of Virgo: Uranus Pluto, Moon and Venus.

I think her Virgo shows through in her precision, and her look of earnest compassion.
She has Mars in Sagittarius, and Jupiter in Leo for some fun fiery balance.
Mercury and Neptune in Scorpio aspect her Venus and Jupiter.
I think that is her deeply felt and darkly tinged songwriting right there.

I haven’t looked at Dave Rawlings chart yet, but what a wonder that they met.
Thank you God.

Is that darling? Best song Ever! Ok I say that a lot! But Come On!

Kisses!

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One Response to Sweet Teeth

  1. o_lightning says:

    Thanks Shayne!

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