feeding into ETERNAL winter
When I awoke today, it was 20 degrees below zero, Celsius. [4 below Fahrenheit.] amazingly, it did rise to about 30 [f] during the day. I have finally concluded, that these Canadians are playing a joke on me. That the snow remains until sometime in late June, and somehow, god only knows, they have managed to accept this, and keep some grip on their sanity. Keri keeps assuring me that spring is coming, as does everyone else I speak to. I am not fooled people. I know that spring is months off. And so, I do what I can. Spent the morning painting, and recording, which certainly helps. I have told myself that I must ride my bike BEFORE lunch, as it seems to increase the motivation and general sense of happiness. [Don't be confused of course, this bicycling happens inside of the garage, watching the snow fall.] And then, throughout the day, I follow the sun around the house, attempting to ALWAYS sit in the brightest places. I will defeat you dear winter, yes indeed.
Spent some time today, reading old journal writings. Stumbled across a post where I linked to a poem of Christian Kiefer’s. A poem that is really fucking good, and so I link it again. As a matter of fact, I also link a page of his site, as you should go and order a copy of his book of poetry. I mean it. What else are you going to do with six bucks? [titled “feeding into winter,” listed under books] I could write tomes about how confused I am as to why he is not lauded as both a great writer and musician. GREAT. Why the accolades do not flood his life. Then again, we live in a world where more people know who Dean Koontz is than Jim Harrison. Alas, I believe we’re doomed. Keri and I watched a documentary last night about Paul Bowles, which made me so happy that I am an artist, and happy to have the amazing friends that I do. Thankful. It sounds silly, but that was what the film left me.
Winter. The first photo is from the kitchen window. Top right is of what would effectively be defined as the front yard. Bottom left, a tree outside the dining room window. Bottom right, the garage/studio where I make things. Songs. Paintings. Stories. [all photos taken yesterday. good lord]
Posted by jeff pitcher at March 15, 2005 07:20 PM
....................................
that is too much snow.
i am on strike against snow.
hang in there, and believe me spring will be here before june, or else.
cheers
rhya
Posted by: rhya at March 15, 2005 04:29 PM
Hang in there!! I hope spring comes soon for you and Keri. Your appreciation for it will be so big. It's almost as if you are in house arrest like Martha Stewart - ha ha ha!!
Posted by: Jen at March 15, 2005 07:17 PM
We haven't had snow in Whistler for two months. I have been ripping up the skatepark for a month now. Finally this morning it snowed, but it has now turned to rain. I never thought that I would say this, but Ontario has better snow conditons than here. Come for a visit. J
Posted by: Jenny Smith at March 16, 2005 11:25 AM
oh, dreadful Winter, leave us now! i am sickened by your cold winds and frost caked on my car windows each morning. one fleeting week of warmth in portland, and then you return to taunt us again.
three consecutive nights, i've dreamt of Barcelona. sipping warm, thick pudding-like hot chocolate at the cafes with locals as they take a few minutes before work to enjoy the beautiful Spanish mornings. Vespas zoom by, flourists bring out their gorgeous flowers, and seafood is stocked on display at the open markets. remnants of the gothic and renaissance surrounds you, and the cathedral's bell chimes.
halfway around the world, Barcelona. but close to my heart, always.
Winter go, Spring come. bring me Spanish mornings.
Posted by: B. Johnson at March 16, 2005 01:36 PM
I'm longing for your winter. Where are the red noses, and cold toes... (es). gone so soon?
California has surrendered to spring already, but the choice must have been voiced ambiguously because now it's raining again, and the buds are still with anticipation. halfway here, halfway there, not really aywhere.
To help the blues, I hereby gift you a handmade list:
10 Winter Wonders:
1. Icicle sword fights
2. Cold nose eskimo kisses
3. Wool socks
4. Hot Homemade soup
5. The perplexing yet beautiful slowing of time
6. Seeing your own breath
7. Pink cheeks
8. Reading by the fire
9. Cuddling for warmth
10. Holding hands in mittens
Posted by: Luiza at March 18, 2005 08:14 PM
Amen on the hot, home-made soups & wool socks. Seeing my own breath...only as formations of figures from my past life would I find my breath interesting. (Man, I need therapy.)
But icycle sword fight...ooh! I've gotta try that one! =)
Posted by: B. Johnson at March 22, 2005 06:32 PM
