Last Week in a Few Photos & Quotes

Evergreen Plantation, Louisiana

Yes, my CBD/THC is still working. 🥳🥳🥳

 

The Shining, a little family movie... 🥺

 

Collage Poem & Collages by Me

 The High Priestess by Eric Tocce

Collage Poem

By Marion

Three weeks ago

in the early evening

I sat at my desk composing

a new spin on language...

harnessing the powers of the universe,

dreamtime,

and inner space.

Treading softly, breaking taboos,

creating realities

that never before existed,

I destroyed imaginings that cried

out not to be.

I became the High Priestess

of mystery,

words,

dreams,

and ambiguity.

My writing only lead to more writing.

Words multiplied like rabbits in my brain---

pregnant with language---

my imagination in labor,

gloriously giving birth

to newborn poems.

7/10/08

Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren

 

Tell Me a Story

[ A ]

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.

I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them.

I did not know what was happening in my heart.

It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.

The sound was passing northward.

 

[ B ]

Tell me a story.

In this century, and moment, of mania,
Tell me a story.

Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.

The name of the story will be Time,
But you must not pronounce its name.

Tell me a story of deep delight.

ROBERT PENN WARREN

From New and Selected Poems 1923-1985 by Robert Penn Warren, published by Random House. Copyright © 1985 by Robert Penn Warren.