Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving day --

It seems fitting on Thanksgiving to post a comment on CK Williams "Wait" -- how he deftly expresses how time works on us, how we work on it, how finally the question
is not caught in the hurry of "wait", nor really the anticipation, but the
gratitude for yet another day as it is.

Note how he uses the repetition: chop / chopped/ chopping
Slash/slahed/slashing in 1, 2, and 4th stanza.
The sounds are onomatopoetic — harsh, then sibilant (slowly, slowly... Otherwise) the tremulous “f’s” in the 3rd stanza — fleeing from / for/ frightened, fray/

The violence of the cleaver, ax, clumsiest clod of a butcher – how time works on us and we in turn, chop, slash through time. The recognition of needing a better way to deal with time. But what would that be. Wait! I have an idea. Hang on! Let me explain…
and the poem ends on the delight of having yet one more day.

This strange sense of being, and there is time... and the relationship we have with it... That seems like the relationship w/ life. And we, the speech creatures are caught up perhaps in the anticipation of “I can’t wait” ... And then, we’re caught in the moment and don’t have any footing with time — wait, we cry out. Time starts with a T. Wait ends with it.

As we approach the holidays, it is a good time to think about what we are waiting for” – and what it is we are saying what we say to each other “wait”.

A good day to reflect on thanksgiving: see facebook page with pictures.
"The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order." -- Henry Miller

Tira beagle is off to the far left, in the tall grasses.

"The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are." -- John Burroughs

Walking our dog in Mendon Ponds park, Nick and Tif stop to enjoy scuffling in the leaves.

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion." -- Dalai Lama

"You cannot understand life and its mysteries as long as you try to grasp it. Indeed, you cannot grasp it, just as you cannot walk off with a river in a bucket.
... to have "running" water, you must let go of it and let it "run". " Alan Watts

The small leaf to the mid-right is ready to join a bush not in the picture, which had 5 little red-orange butterfly-like leaves calling to it.

"Listen or thy tongue will keep thee deaf" -- Native American Indian proverb

The idea of Tira being the camera-dog was abandoned in favor of a quiet moment, grateful for each other.

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