30 May 2004
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sunrise : 5:37am sunset : 8:39pm day length : 15h 1m moonset: 3:26am moonrise : 4:37 pm moonphase: waxing gibbous 11 days ..................................... A Flower No More than Itself She was there on the mountain still as the fig tree and the failed wheat. Only the lizards and a few goats moved. Everything stunned by heat and silence. I would get to the top of the terraced starkness with my ankles cut by thistles and all of me drained by the effort in the fierce light. I would put the pomegranate and the anise and a few daisies on the great rock where the fountain was long ago. Too tired to praise. And found each time tenderness and abundance in the bareness. Went back down knowing I would sleep clean. That She would be awake all year with sun and dirt and rain. Pride Her life. All nature Her wealth. Sound of owls Her pillow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Linda Gregg ..................................... 23 May 2004
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sunrise : 5:41am sunset : 8:33pm day length : 14h 52m moonset: 12:13am moonrise : 8:49m moonphase: waxing crescent 4 days ..................................... The Horticulture of Human Culture Certain species of plants can be forced into flowering simply by depriving them the nourishment of water It seems prolonged drought eventually wakens within these flora the fear that Death may be close at hand Thus threatened, they hasten to blossom... mustering all the hidden energies necessary to ensure fulfillment of Creation's Great Urge Now, is there not a parallel here that bears upon our own parched nature in today's unhappy world? After having impoverished ourselves for so long of all enthusiasm, achievement and rebirth... of all that refreshes and nurtures our garden of humanity... do we now hope this odd method of self-cultivation might finally frighten a renaissance into bloom? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Robert Urban ..................................... 20 May 2004
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sunrise : 5:44am sunset : 8:30pm day length : 14h 45m moonrise : 6:22am moonset : 10:31pm moonphase : waxing crescent 1 day ..................................... Cascadilla Falls I went down by Cascadilla Falls this evening, the stream below the falls, and picked up a handsized stone kidney-shaed, testicular and thought all its motions into it, the 800 mph earth spin, the 190-million-mile yearly displacement around the sun, the overriding grand haul of the galaxy w/ the 30,000 mph of where the sun's going: thought all the interweaving motions into myself: dropped the stone to dead rest: the stream from other motions broke rushing over it: shelterless, I turned to the sky and stood still: oh I do not know where i am going that I can live my life by this single creek. ~A.R. Ammons ..................................... 19 May 2004
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sunrise : 5:45am sunset : 8:29pm day length : 14h 44m moonrise : 5:47am moonset : 9:31pm moonphase: waxing crescent 0 days ..................................... The Late Singer Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on his breast has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past: What is it that is dragging at my heart? The grass by the back door is stiff with sap. The old maples are opening their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers. A moon hangs in the blue in the early afternoons over the marshes. I am late at my singing. ~William Carlos Williams ..................................... 14 May 2004
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sunrise : 5:49am sunset : 8:24pm moonrise : 3:53am moonset : 4:06pm moonphase: waning crescent..24 days ..................................... The Seven of Pentacles Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans as things grow in the real world, slowly enough. If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water, if you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter food, if the sun shines and you pick off caterpillars, if the praying mantis comes and the ladybugs and the bees, then the plants flourish, but at their own internal clock. Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground. You cannot tell always by looking what is happening. More than half the tree is spread out in the soil under your feet. Penetrate quietly as the earthworm that blows no trumpet. Fight persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree. Spread like the squash plant that overruns the garden. Gnaw in the dark and use the sun to make sugar. Weave real connections, create real nodes, build real houses. Live a life you can endure: Make love that is loving. Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in, a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs. Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always, for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting, after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes. ~Marge Piercy |
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