‘Anthem’ for a New Year…

happy-new-year-2013-setsiri-silapasuwanchai

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

“Anthem”  by Leonard Cohen from his album, The Future.

2013 Painting by Setriri Silapasuwanchal via fineartamerica.com

This Gives Us Wings…

I am still talking to my paintings – trying to open a conversation. There is no longer complete silence but the response is hesitant and often unintelligible. The struggle has changed to a dance but I stumble and tread on toes. I trust and honour the process and continue to flow with what is. I found this poem that spoke to me about the tenacity, perseverance and wonder of being human – and for awhile it gave me wings…

WINGS by Miroslav Holub

We have 
a microscopic anatomy 
of the whale 
this 
gives 
Man 
assurance
William Carlos Williams

We have   / a map of the universe / for microbes,

we have / a map of a microbe / for the universe.

we have / a Grand Master of chess / made of electronic circuits.

But above all / we have / the ability

to sort peas, / to cup water in our hands,

to seek / the right screw

under the sofa / for hours

This

gives us

wings.

Photo, of wood carving, on a street in San Miguel De Allende, Mexico, by clinock.