Showing posts with label rust cloth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rust cloth. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Saturday, January 20, 2018

effort poem


we begin to learn as children
through our feet and skin

first the body
then the mind
through the hands

we learn to think through making

Friday, January 6, 2017

Bach

How had this composer from the west turned away from the linear and found his voice in the cyclical in canons and fugues, in what Bach referred to as God's time and  in what the ancient Song and Tang scholars saw as the continual reituration of the past, the turning of the wheel of history.
Ending only to start agin.
Couold Bach's limitations create another kind of freedom?
from Do Not Say We Have Nothing , Madeline Thien