Friday, December 2, 2016

Canvas 799



Canvas 799

December 2, 2016




14 comments:

Jan/JFM said...

A modern conception of sadness in so few lines...very moving, William ­čś×

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan....

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

You appear to be fading away, like me. But hey, you aren't that old yet.

William Michaelian said...

Well, less is more, more or less.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

"the less we understood and so grew wise."

William Michaelian said...

Ah, quoting Fitzgerald, I see. Did you know he is a friend of mine?

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

A friend indeed.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

And I thank you for that.

William Michaelian said...

Many years ago, when I was in the fifth grade at Grandview School, the little country school my father attended, surrounded by dusty vineyards and overrun by jackrabbits, a friend of mine and I got caught up in a wild game of tether-ball during recess. We were sweating hard and deep into the game. The bell rang. We kept playing. The bell rang again. We were officially late. We kept playing. Finally we’d had enough. We both won. We went into the classroom all steamed up and breathing hard. The teacher looked at us, then at the clock. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t manage it. I learned a lot that day, “and so grew wise.” These days, we call tether-ball poetry. And when bells ring, they are from distant churches we imagine, or once knew, or will know — churches where no religion is preached, save childhood. Thank you, too, Gary.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

"...and that's the thing, do you recognize the bells of truth when you hear them ring?"

Leon Russell

William Michaelian said...

Leon, bless his heart. Faded, yes, and remaining bright. A sweet note, in this strange dark night.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Though now deceased, he, like we (as all poets) was truly a 'Stranger in a Strange Land'

William Michaelian said...

A strange land, but beautiful. Strangely beautiful.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

"A terrible beauty."

Rainer Maria Rilke