I thought I’d share another poem. I carried a handwritten version of this one in my purse throughout high school (like most teenagers, I was angsty). I still have the original paper, more than twenty years on, but in a keepsake box.
A Poison Tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
I’ve been away from blogging for a little while, as we’ve been busy with the integration of a new adult cat to our household. Glad to say it’s gone smoothly!
I’d show you a picture of her, but she was very badly matted when we found her and now she’s got quite a ridiculous haircut. Punk lion-kitty. With the online world always hungry for silly cat photos, I figure it’s better for her dignity to allow the fur some time to grow back before we post snapshots.
She’s sweet lady calico and we’re glad to have her in our family.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. — Jean Cocteau
The other morning, I was watching Antiques Roadshow and someone had brought in a poster by Andy Warhol. I hadn’t thought about Warhol since the last Men in Black movie—where Andy Warhol turns out to really be an undercover MIB Agent (not much of a spoiler, I promise). So…
After coffee, I went upstairs and made changes to the portrait experiment I was working on. And the image with this post is what I did.
I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I kinda look like this in the mirror every morning, coffee or no. Fatigue is like a bad trip. Now that I’ve exorcised the sleepless eyes onto the canvas, maybe I can get forty decent winks.
Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night… without the satisfaction. — Lynn Johnston
Another one of my cell phone photos. This is a fantastic shrine-like element within the Pied Cow Coffeehouse in Portland, Oregon. Right next to a table, so you can drink your brew and ponder the spirits likely sharing it with you.
We went there to kill some late-night time while awaiting our dear friend Sunnie, who was driving down from Seattle to see us. Although it was pretty darn dark when I took this picture, it came out clearly enough to share.
I’ve been to some wonderful coffeehouses in New York City and Los Angeles, but this place had really smooth coffee and a lovely funky vibe that encourages discussion and triggers writing ideas. Would totally go there again.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh
We spent the last week in Portland, Oregon. Truly one of my favorite places. While there, we had the fortune to spend time with many good friends and explore some fun Oregonian locations.
David takes the best photos; I only snap cell phone shots. I’ll post some of his photos soon, once he’s organized them. For now, some of mine:
[ Clockwise from top left ]
Pied Cow – Really Good Stuff – Voodoo Donut – Cape Meares
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Yet more trees. Hey, I love trees. This time, I present the psychedelic little brother of a previous post. Created with Corel Painter and Photoshop.
I really need to start thinking about NaNoWriMo, although my heart isn’t in it this year. I’ll do it anyway. Somehow. Haven’t written much since my mother passed. She always loved my artwork best (my mother was the artist and my father was the writer) and so I’ve been focusing more on art for the last two months. I have no idea how to get in the mood to write again. So far, the plan is to drink a lot of coffee and sit down at the keyboard and hope words happen.
Artists are just children who refuse to put down their crayons. — Al Hirschfeld
Okay… not actually done with crayons, but digital watercolor and gouache. The design is inspired by a box of crayons recently sent to me by a friend—along with a coloring book! My inner child loved it. You’re never too old. :)
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