sull'abisso

Se volete credermi, bene.

Sospesa sull'abisso, la vita degli abitanti d'Ottavia è meno incerta che in altre città.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thanks to bass_nroll for the wheels

Postato da: gardener1960 a aprile 29, 2009 10:38 | link | commenti (3)
dolore, costruzioni, le città invisibili

repairing the things in need of repair

Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.

All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.

Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.

We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.

I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,

picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.

Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?

Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,

praise song for walking forward in that light.

(Elisabeth Alexander - american poet - 2009)

thanks to yuan2003 for the helmets

 

Postato da: gardener1960 a gennaio 31, 2009 12:29 | link | commenti
cura, costruzioni, giardni

i ragazzi avevano fatto in fretta

thanks to Erwyn van der Meer for the truck

Postato da: gardener1960 a gennaio 20, 2009 06:49 | link | commenti
mappe, escursioni, voli, costruzioni

e sii sempre dolce e stupita

come sei
quando passano gli aeroplani...
(S.B.)



(F.d.G.)

per la foto ringrazio: frelancevirtuoso

Postato da: gardener1960 a ottobre 08, 2008 00:15 | link | commenti
voli, geometria, costruzioni

quel castello

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Salivo, salivo..... salivo....

e mi trovavo proprio lì in mezzo.

Un'architettura semplice: a me non piacciono gli eccessivi fronzoli, gli inutili orpelli.

Meglio concentrarsi sulla solidità delle mura.

E poi, se le cose sono fatte a regola d'arte, la forma e la sostanza tendono a coincidere.

Postato da: gardener1960 a febbraio 22, 2007 20:11 | link | commenti (2)
escursioni, costruzioni