Old Chaos
“From down this black pit where my heart is sped”
My favorite translation of my favorite poem by Charles Baudelaire.
**De Profundis Clamavi**
*(From the Depths I Cried)*
Have pity, you alone whom I adore
From down this black pit where my heart is sped,
A sombre universe ringed round with lead
Where fear and curses the long night explore.
Six months a cold sun hovers overhead;
The other six is night upon this land.
No beast; no stream; no wood; no leaves expand.
The desert pole is not a waste so dead.
Now in the whole world there's no horror quite
So cold and cruel as this glacial sun,
So like old Chaos as this boundless night;
I envy the least animals that run,
Which can find respite in brute slumber drowned,
So slowly is the skein of time unwound.
Do See the Candied Dawn
Do wake in the dark. Do see the candied dawn.
Do wake in the dark.
Do see the candied dawn.
A few photos. Westbound in South Dakota.
Devour Heaven
We fly. We dream in darkness. We devour heaven in bites too small to be measured. // Rebecca Solnit
“We fly, we dream in darkness, we devour heaven in bites too small to be measured”
// Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Signal Fires
For light in the dark, beacons in the monochrome, and all those stars agleam to guide us.
For light in the dark, beacons in the monochrome, and all those stars agleam to guide us.
