Rain Lilly

rainflower8152Lilly-8144m lilly8158-L-tall-S lilly8137-M rainlilly8136-mHappy Spring everyone!  El Niño rains have brought us early blooms and thriving gardens here in Northern Cali. Except for a little unexpected flooding of basements and such, excess rains have been the greatest gift.

These happy lilies were transplanted from San Fran to Oakland some 30+ years ago. Taken in early morning light between storms.

Journeywork of the Stars- Whitman, Rain, Old Books,

So much of Whitman’s work is pivotal to the artist; whether new & looking for courage, or established & needing to kindle the spark through dark nights; Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself & Leaves of Grass make wonderful companions- positive & magnanimous. I like how Whitman essays & poems read like manifestos: not just to pioneers establishing new frontier, but also to the fledgling– daring to wonder (in song!) about his/her own vast store of untapped potential. Celebration. Youth. Joy & unbridled passion. Fearlessness in the face of it all. Blake, Rilke, & Whitman- are all good for stirring the heart and soul this way; an urging for us all to drink down the elixir of our own gifts- with passion and confidence.

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“I know I have the best of time and space– and that I was

    never measured, and never will be measured.

I tramp a perpetual journey,

My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a

   staff cut from the woods; …”

“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars.
And the pismire is equal, and a grain of sand, and the egg of a wren…”     from Leaves of Grass, first publication- 1855.

Rereading Walt Whitman.  So much of his work is pivotal to the artist; whether new & looking for courage, or established & needing to keep kindled the spark through dark nights; Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself & Leaves of Grass make wonderful companions- positive & magnanimous.  I like how Whitman essays & poems read like manifestos: not just to pioneers establishing new frontier, but to the fledgling– daring to wonder (in song!) about his/her own vast store of untapped potential.  Celebration. Youth. Joy & unbridled passion. Fearlessness in the face of it all.  Blake, Rilke, & Whitman- are all good for stirring the heart and soul this way;  an urging for us all to drink down the elixir of our own gifts- with passion and confidence.  Aaah- if I had read any of these as a child writer, when first searching in the fathomless world…                       But spark & kindling… always here, every day of the week 😉

Timed with the growing buzz of holidays, I crave stillness, more time to read, & books. Big, old books.  And a nesting corner to hold them on rainy nights.  From Pinterest board of Books & Reading Corners.

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Not sure why, but mid-19th c. authors/books are grabbing me now.  Despite their sometimes crazy blatant sexist, racist, and plain Machiavellian slants of empire- I like the lexicon and language of the day. And the day-in-the-life snapshot of a pioneering spirit.  And I’m wanting to get back to one of those “100 greatest books” lists.  Found a vintage store nearby that has very cool old books… ;).

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Of course this goes against my streamline-the-library mentality of our last move. But the illustrations in this  1923 Jungle Book…

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or this Milton poetry book illustrated by Blake, are tough to pass on. Amazing to read one of these printed in a year near its original publication…Like this 1888 edition of James Fennimore Cooper novels.  I had opened the preface to learn what a “leather stocking” meant, but learned instead of the many biases toward the “savages.”  Ugh… early cultural bias- uncultured & stark awful.

New “Greatest book lists” keep spawning…

100 Greatest Novels: http://www.adherents.com/people/100_novel.html

**World List- 100 Top Books of All Time: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2002/may/08/books.booksnews

I love the international lists: “This list of the 100 best books of all time was prepared by Norwegian Book Clubs. They asked 100 authors from 54 countries around the world to nominate the ten books which have had the most decisive impact on the cultural history of the world, and left a mark on the authors’ own thinking. Don Quixote was named as the top book in history but otherwise no ranking was provided.”

100 Best Novels- both Random’s and it’s Reader’s lists- are interesting. http://www.modernlibrary.com/top-100/100-best-novels/

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2003/oct/12/features.fiction

What have I missed?  Tell me your favorite book lists!

Day 12: Endless Rain

Rain poem/lyrics

“It is impossible to live
without poetry and color and love.”
Antoine St. Exupery

I miss the South for its dramatic storms. When the sky opens up with a deluge of pelting drops or giant hail, and it’s “hellfire & brimstone” in the skies.  And then it’s over.  We’re having a storm now, with a long slow rain.  And true to west coast ways, the lightning & thunder are slow rolling and taking their sweet time.  Two hours later and still a gentle storm.  😉      More lyrics…

You wake me up at 4 o’clock
saying, why stay asleep when we could talk
seems your head is full of dreams, it seems.

Open your eyes & the sky turns gray 
begin to speak down my window pain
first a mist and then a steady pour.

Rain rain, are you here to stay?
Seems you got a lot to say
so I’ll listen to you, all night/
all day…

Day 3: Poetry Pebbles

Short “Poetry Pebbles” Day 2: NaPoWriMo

I.  Emptiness

You fall
all night
into old clay pots,
collecting for
no reason

at all.

………………….

II.  Memory

I gather you,
take you inside
trickle you

over

                      succulents

and dry dirt
that has forgotten
color of sky.

© 2012 Tara Linda

Thirst

Rain Poem

Standing in the street today
drinking you down
mouth open to the sky
to corral the tiniest of gifts,
each one tasting of
galaxy
cloud
cold front
Ions abandoned mid-air
somewhere far
over a lightning sea
now falling on me
past parted lips,
into one celestial
sip.

All this after counting leaves
(only red) on the left side of
the street, near trees whose secret purple
berries lie dangerously ripe
against the gray sky, with all
the childhood that escaped once-
now spinning wildly inside- into an almost scream
running uphill, eyes closed
I meet the rain that has finally
come to bathe us
clean.