Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Oh William, I love both the poem and the drawing very much! I would definitely like to think of blackness as "the threadthat keeps these starsfastenedto my coat"Since I have watched enough NOVA shows from PBS to know everything that exists, including ourselves, comes from exploding stars.I also think the unique markings in your drawings echo that astral energy.Really great!
How nice of you to say. And of course the science that explains it is itself a poem. The farther we go, the more there is beyond.
William, that picture is too groovy. Nicely done sir.
LOVE this drawing and the marriage of words. Such a bird! Peck peck. See how your scrunch your eyes?
Thanks, Peter. My groove-o-meter ran off with a rainbow, so that’s good to know.See it, Annie? That blessed bird is burrowing into my soul. Thank you. I’m glad you like the combination.
Black is a color. One of my favorites. It does not emit or reflect light but absorbs it. As the black of night absorbs the light of day. As the mourning veil absorbs the tears for those who have departed. The black holes in space that absorbs all that comes in contact with it. The raven, a collector of souls who flies off into the night and is then he himself absorbed...I do love your poem and your drawing, William, very much~~~
Thanks very much, Jan. And I love your eloquent tribute to black.
William, your poem made me yearn for my black background on my blog again. So I changed my template again...no surprise there ;) But I did keep it on the lighter side...Have a great evening.Jan
I love it, Jan, and the snowy background looks great!
i could be caught in this riddle for a great long while - willingly - as though reclined in a hammock. one of my favorite imagines of yours, william. xoerin
Thanks, Erin. With that hammock in mind, I feel I’m just easing into it myself.
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