Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The key

By Ram Tzu (Wayne Liquorman)
(1950 - )

Ram Tzu knows this...

Every time
You find an answer,
The question
No longer seems important.

Among the scented trees



He's there among the scented trees
(from The Lover of God)

Rabindranath Tagore

He's there among the scented trees,
playing the notes he has taught you.
Too late for embarrassment, shy doe
nibbling at the forest's edge,
shawled in deep blue shadows.
He's calling you. The flower of your soul
is opening, little deer.
The river of scent will lead you
deep into the trees where he waits.
The bihanga also plays tonight --
do you hear his more distant flute?
Black bees carry the moon's luster
from flower to flower.
The rest of the grove will bloom tonight, I think.
How he looks at you, young animal.
He shames the moon with his own dark light.

Let's bow down before the young Lord,
the deep blue flowers at his feet.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Where I've Been, Where I'm Going


Just returned from an excellent conference at UConn...revved up for teaching/art/life. All good. Excellent museum there: http://www.thebenton.org/exb_current.php If you wind your way through the permanent collection you will find a piece that feels something like the image above.