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kiota torn in the wind

One of us is posting current song lyrics that speak to her during her own crisis. It seems that modern musicians are keenly aware of the line between this life and other lives, and sing and perform about it very profoundly.

Kiota is leading me back again to Theodore Roethke. Roethke taught at uni just up the road from Ki's school; he was bipolar, lost his uncle to suicide and his dad to cancer when Roethke was just 15. Some of his most famous poems came out after his death from a heart attack in 1963, in a friend's swimming pool near Seattle. He used to joke that he would give his students an F if they failed to teach him enough new things.

These are not song lyrics but some small jewels from his garden:

"What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks -- is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
...Dark, dark my light and darker my desire;
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind."

"The world is for the living. Who are they?
We dared the dark to reach the white and warm:
She was the wind when the wind was in my way.
Alive at noon, I perished in her form.

Who rise from the flesh to spirit know the fall.
The word outleaps the world and Light is all."

My real-life experience of Kiota was that she was very wery white and very very warm. Madness, despair, the edge ... all of it there. Her arms pinned to the wall. Her prints on every line of these words of Roethke.

Roethke had great successes with his writing after he was physically gone. Kiota knows all about the word outleaping the world. She did well before April 13, too. Hers are "outleaping" right now: journals, creative word-art and photo-art, debates on ProgressiveU. Roethke won't stop and neither will she.

I met only one of them and time was immeidately stopped at that moment by her beauties. Which are still unfolding.

"In a dark time the eye begins to see." That's Ted and that's Anna, both of them.

I am continually amazed at how small earthly time really is, how fragmented, when we rise over it to perch atop a new vantage point. Rock musicians feel this. We do also.

Quite a parade, quite a wide family ....

If you haven't already, I'm really urging you to trip over to her dA site and browse through her Favourites folder. She is so vivid and so there. In all her choices. It's a visual journal she has left for us. A great companion to her own achievements in photography.



kiota too late for the stars
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