like heavy raindrops against my bedroom window

an image described to the reader’s delight

“shocking fuzz of your electric fur”

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

This is one of the first poems (e.e. cummings) that made an impact on me.  I remember reading it around the time of 033008fordmadoxbrown.jpgCarlyle, who talked about the Everlasting Yea and No.  Since that was a time of sincere and profound spiritual seeking in my life, these artists made impressions.

But whose heart does not leap at the “blue true dream of sky”?

art:  Ford Madox Brown


ami underground

033008amiunderground.jpgA nice site for subway art.  I like this artist‘s grittiness, real-ness.  These are people I see everyday as well, riding on the downtown #1 train.

art:  amiunderground

Catalan LP

033008gaudi-wall.jpgGaudi was not only ahead of his time, but his art and architecture evoked such concrete emotions and responses in his audience that I would classify his work as largely particularist.  When I saw in 1990 the front entrance of Sagrada Familia, with its images of Jesus Christ carrying his cross, I was overcome.  Gaudi had a way of capturing the timeless with the finite.

photo rights:  apartments4barcelona