Sunday, January 30, 2011

Listening


I am listening now, fully aware that I might not be able to finish this sentence.


From “Listening”






































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15 comments:

all ways 11 o'clock said...

love this very much William
with all the O's in your mouths
breathing the words to completion.

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Robert. We’re grateful, and a little surprised these days, to find that we’ve been here this long.

Wine and Words said...

I saw God in there, or my image of him. He spoke completely...my ears bent.

William Michaelian said...

Silence is an amazing, powerful language.

Art by JFM said...

William I am proud to say that I own a signed copy of your book "The Painting of You", with the wonderful and heart tugging story of "Listening" on page 31. Your drawings all seem to be listening for the sounds that they want to hear...especially the sound of breathing.

Old 333 said...

Thanks, William. Your perceptions and words colour this web of thoughts we walk and weave in with some fine shades. ooh, that's a good title for post-hummus (just before falafel): "Fine Shades".

Thanks so much for sharing a lifetime of work and experience with us out here, William; appreciative. In a compounding sense as well.

Talk to you later -
Peter

William Michaelian said...

Jan, you’ve pretty much described the session in which these were drawn. And what a wonderful thing it is for me to know you have the book. It really is a kind of lifeline.

Peter, thanks — which is a puny way of saying how much your comments mean to me. Lemon juice and garlic. Yep. I once enjoyed a small brick of falafel in Jerusalem’s Old City; it was the only thing the tiny shop served. It stuck to my teeth for three days, and on the third day I arose with a powerful thirst to return for seconds — a resurrection of meager proportions, fitted only for comment boxes and postcards.

Old 333 said...

That's a great falafel story, William. Darn it, I'm hungry now.

William Michaelian said...

We could, and probably should, publish an anthology called Falafel Stories. But not until after breakfast. And then we can play marbles with garbanzos.

rahina q.h. said...

this is beautiful... for me it resulted in many ways i could respond. beautiful words William

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Rahina. And I offer them in that hope, and for that very reason.

Gerry Boyd said...

great series. the words made me think of Alan Watts. or. at least, made me think of thinking of Alan Watts.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks. I think I like the way you think, I think.

Woman in a Window said...

I listened like this the other day, my daughter moving like seaweed on my bed. Years passed like a mindless school of krill. It was chilling.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

A bed’s as vast a sea as any;
a better ship than most.