May I Learn To Love You Like This

Too late I loved Thee,
O thou beauty of ancient days, yet ever new!
Too late I loved Thee!
And behold, Thou wert within and I abroad,
And there I searched for Thee;
Deformed I, plunging amid those fair forms which Thou hadst made.
Thou wert with me but I was not with Thee.
Things held me far from Thee which,
Unless they were in Thee,
Were not at all.
Thou calledst, and shoutedst, and burstedst my deafness.
Thou flashedst, shonest, and scattered my blindness.
Thou breathedst odors, and I drew in breath and pant for Thee.
I tasted, and hunger and thirst.
Thou touchedst me and I burned for Thy peace.
When I shall with my whole soul cleave to Thee,
I shall nowhere have sorrow or labor,
And my life shall live as wholly full of Thee.
-Saint Augustine

“Oh my God, sweetness unspeakable, turn into bitterness all my fleshly consolation, which draweth me away from love of eternal things, and wickedly allureth towards itself by setting before me some present delight. Let not, oh my God, let not flesh and blood prevail over me, let not the world and its short glory decieve me, let not the devil, and his craftiness supplant me. Give me courage to resist, patience to endure, constancy to persevere. Grant in place of all consolations of the world, the most sweet unction of thy spirit, and in place of carnal love, pour into me the love of thy name.”
-Thomas A Kempis

The Art of Utagawa Hiroshige

Been digging on Utagawa Hiroshige since I saw one of his prints hanging on a friends wall, and considering the amount of Japanese and Chinese poetry I have been reading lately I felt instantly drawn to it. Anyway I hope you all enjoy these as much as I did. The first print is the one I saw at my friends house. The others are ones I have found and liked since.

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Sudden Shower at Atake

Sudden Shower at Atake

Shono from the Fifty three Stations on Tokaido Highway

Shono from the Fifty three Stations on Tokaido Highway

People sheltering from the rain

People sheltering from the rain

Dangerous Surf below the Satta Pass near Yui

Dangerous Surf below the Satta Pass near Yui

Snow on the Kiso Gorge

Snow on the Kiso Gorge

Hakone

Hakone

Numazu Tasogare Zunumazu Dusk

Numazu Tasogare Zunumazu Dusk

Fukagawa Hachiman Yamabiraki

Fukagawa Hachiman Yamabiraki

Bokashi

Bokashi

Under Maple Trees By a Stream

Under Maple Trees By a Stream

Music is Spiritual

Turn up the volume and let it move over you.

Bar Scene

Yumeji – In The Mood For Love

Awakening

Sunshine

Nothing Else

XLIII
Two flowers in a letter
The moon sinks into the far off hills.
Dew drenches the bamboo grass.
I wait.
Crickets sing all night in the pine tree
At midnight the temple bells ring.
Wild geese fly overhead.
Nothing else.
-Marichiko

LI
Did you take me because you loved me?
Did you take me without love?
Or did you just take me
To experiment on my heart?
-Marichiko

A Drawing of How I Imagine Her

Jane’s Shoes

Jane’s Shoes

my shoes in the closet like forgotten
lilies,
my shoes alone right now,
like dogs walking dead avenues,
and I got a letter from a woman in a hospital,
love, she says, love
but I do not write back,
I do not understand myself,
she sends me photographs of herself
taken in the hospital
and I remember her on other nights,
not dying,
her shoes next to mine
in the closet;
how those strong nights
lied to us,
how those nights became quiet
finally,
my shoes alone in the closet now
flown over by coats and
awkward shirts,
and I look into the hole the
door leaves
and the walls, and I do not
write
back.

………

Eulogy To A Hell of a Dame

some dogs who sleep at night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you’ve been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here’s a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

-Bukowski

Music That Moves You #5 (Alexandre Desplat – The Painted Veil)

Beautiful music from the movie The Painted Veil. As usual, sit back, relax, and LISTEN TO IT LOUD.

Morning Tears – Alexandre Desplat, Lang Lang

Gnossiennes No. 1 Lent – Lang Lang

The Painted Veil – Alexandre Desplat, Lang Lang