Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
3.19.2023
fire-starters
Always surprised to find ready kindling in the notebook. A few phrases, an odd sentence or two, and in no time at all a fire is built.
10.08.2021
pot alive
Thinking back to the pottery class I once went to in which the amateur potters, if they produced a few decent pots, at least went some way toward revealing their secret selves. A coarse-spoken graceless woman would produce something delicate; myself, something like a cow pat. (The vase that turned in stages of collapse into a low-sided dish, then a plate, then did service as an ashtray.) At least from pottery I learned that a pot is either alive or dead…In a pot that deserves to live, the fire still licks around the clay and, even if it is centuries old, the potter still touches his work.
—Elizabeth Smither, The Commonplace Book (Auckland U. Press, 2011), p. 118
—Elizabeth Smither, The Commonplace Book (Auckland U. Press, 2011), p. 118
12.02.2019
5.13.2018
looking up
A poet waits on a tongue of fire to settle over his head.
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Acts 2:1
1 And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.
2 And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.
3 And there appeared unto them separated tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.
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Acts 2:1
1 And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.
2 And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.
3 And there appeared unto them separated tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.
Labels:
bible,
fire,
inspiration,
tongue,
tongue of fire,
wind
8.30.2015
muse of fire
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention...
—William Shakespeare, Henry V, "Prologue"
[I visited the Folger Shakespeare Library in DC yesterday.]
The brightest heaven of invention...
—William Shakespeare, Henry V, "Prologue"
[I visited the Folger Shakespeare Library in DC yesterday.]
Labels:
archive,
fire,
folger shakespeare library,
heaven,
invention,
library,
muse,
shakespeare
4.09.2012
fire to fire
From The Fire of Alexandria to the Kindle Fire, the book survives.
Labels:
alexandria,
book,
books,
end of the book,
fire,
library
2.18.2006
hidden fire
Aquel que illumina las palabras opacas
Por el occulto fuego originario.
He who illuminates opaque words
With their original hidden fire.
—Luis Cernuda, "A un Poeta Muerto (F.G.L)"
Por el occulto fuego originario.
He who illuminates opaque words
With their original hidden fire.
—Luis Cernuda, "A un Poeta Muerto (F.G.L)"
Labels:
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luis cernuda,
opaque,
words
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