Sunday, October 3, 2010

Fade

An austere resilience
anchors this patchwork
of ark and territory,
cajoles a leaking eddy
of vertigo away from
the directives of dreamtime.
Landmarks mimic palaces,
then unmark themselves
completely. Some blank
untelling vanishes the birthrights
of air and forest.
When does the pirate
become the melancholy saint,
tethered by the silent slide
of an inexorable forgetting?

--Laura Sorrells
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3 comments:

  1. mOctober 12, 2010 at 10:24 AM

    You've written some beautiful pieces here. I've loved browsing through them. Look forward to reading more.
    Mic. x

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  2. LauraOctober 18, 2010 at 4:14 PM

    Thank you very much. I always love to hear that. I look forward to checking out your blog as well.
    Laura

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  3. mOctober 18, 2010 at 7:01 PM

    Hi again Laura.
    Thanks for reading and commenting on my blog.
    I've spent the last hour browsing through yours and it makes for lovely reading.
    The description of your home is wonderful too.
    Also, seeing your mention of the 'tea party' and being english and fairly ignorant of the ins and outs of american politics, i did some reading up and found that quite enlightening !
    I prefer a good cup of Darjeeling myself.
    Mic. xxx

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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.