David

Dove, here, there

E.E. Cummings wrote this for Paul Rosenfeld.  M included it in a talk he gave Friday in San Francisco, and he dedicated the talk to David.  David Kent Hendrickson, whom we love(d) so.

o

the round

little man we

loved so isn’t

no!w

a gay of a

brave and

a true of a

who have

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d i

nt

o

n

o

w(he)re                                    

Millie and Aaron also gave talks, wonderfully.  We all could see, more, how very lively is E.E. Cummings' poetry, how very not-dead is w(he)re.

Lake of the earth

The lake is a window into the earth.  
Ohmygosh: these words-become-image take my breath away.
Here is the entire poem from where these words come, The Half-Finished Heaven, by Tomas Transtromer, translated by Robin Fulton:

THE HALF-FINISHED HEAVEN


Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.


The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a drink.


And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.


Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.


Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.


The endless ground under us.


The water is shining among the trees.


The lake is a window into the earth.

Lake Michigan, oil/gessoed board