Sunday, August 22, 2010

England seems to circle imperfections on the road



- Christine Texiera

Introducing: Christine Texiera

One time, I went to this brunch part in Greenfield, which is an unusual time for me, because, let's just say, I'm a late sleeper. But I had not slept so well, and woke up just in time to get a ride up there. I was there, and my host introduced us to some new comers, and one of them was like, "I know you already. From Lindy Hopping." and I was like, "Hmmm? Oh, yes, I remember that you came by the Center for the Arts for lessons, and you were fun to dance with." It is fun when things like that happen.

Then we became electronic, and sometimes in person at dances, acquaintances. I learned a little more about Christine, including that she likes to Contra Dance, is friendly, and makes art, including collage.

I asked if I could put some collages up here, and she said yes. So, now you get to see them too, and enjoy them.

Links:
Her Blog

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Birdsnest

On those days the sun never quite came up
The young man acquired a meresome aspect
His mind was all swampy from too much rain
And a birdsnest clung to his hair
He liked the sound of the snowmelt
And his chair was often visited
But as for caring
He was plum worn out
So he feasted on the snow and the silence.



-Jeremiah Griswold

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Primeval

Under a stone in a clearing
in the midst of a vast primeval forest
lived a boy who never did what he was told.

He was alone, but for a small bird
who sang to him so sweetly
he never longed for more various companions.


-Jeremiah Griswold

Saturday, July 17, 2010