Monday, September 7, 2009

sentir la marine...

a sea-mossy green heart cradled in a shallow tidal pool...

marine still-life basking in sun-warmed thalassotherapy...

invisible pelagic life-forms in a secret rock triangle...

a tidal guided seaweed-swirl around an unbudging stone...

strands of algae hair mimic the cracks in the rock...

black-winged birds and a spotted skull mark the rockface in mystic symbols...

abstracting into a study of blackened nubbly relief on gilded pile...

spreading ebonized filigree set with gemstone shells...

to a briny view of a sirenic "origin of the world"...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

stone-aged

the ancient stones of Brittany exude a sense of immutability even as they have been used for various functional purposes...they evoke the forever placement, the quotidian usage, the deeply solid rootedness to this enchanted land...

the ever-flowing fount into a large shaded bassin where the healing waters kept cool by stones formed on holy ground can only soothe fervent minds...

a miniature stone temple dome to protect a well...

the village stone oven now long-cooled and draped with wild ivy...reminds one of the jungle-swaddled ruins of lost civilizations...

and these flower garlanded stone steps must rise up to "...des archipels sidéraux! et des îles dont les cieux délirants sont ouverts au vogueur: est-ce en ces nuits sans fond que tu dors et t'exiles, million d'oiseaux d'or, ô future vigueur..."*

[quoted french verse from Arthur Rimbaud's "Le bateau ivre", 1869, written when he was fifteen!]