tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222131492024-03-27T22:04:33.040-07:00Benjamin's Pixellated ArcadeAnatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.comBlogger1010125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-33549339876830025802024-01-17T10:29:00.000-08:002024-02-23T06:25:05.250-08:00Reborn<p> </p><p>Mother's ascent bears more life within.</p><p>The tranquil sound of her word </p><p>fills my inner ear, </p><p>mind's eye sees her smile</p><p>and the brilliant blue </p><p>of her bright eyes.</p><p>She's revived in the bosom</p><p>of my spirit forever.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-58844309835377587532023-12-11T11:57:00.000-08:002023-12-11T12:04:37.073-08:00Buss<p>Lips like knives,</p><p>Rose cheeks hives...</p><p>Hillocks of honey</p><p>sweetly prick me.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-16296554565882179122023-10-27T11:44:00.005-07:002023-10-28T17:10:41.374-07:00October<p>When vivid hues pale</p><p>to twilight and cold</p><p>colors fade for a spell,</p><p>softness lustfully sheds gold</p><p>as leaves tumble stiff and frail. </p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-41512098812562713162023-10-17T17:26:00.006-07:002023-10-17T17:29:35.097-07:00Fishhook Moon<p></p><div style="text-align: center;">dh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN-e4f6ZS4qrMrdNN_kuOyaXUCimuuDZxG2DUZc4GFGGFPsD1lrWpWBLYzegrbEvr0U1LgIp6YJx01Pda_WlkpQYwSiOWTGcS5QhCxvuNjvvkklCd5kx4uFu02jZQ5Ixy3_neca57CYsGtcr3SXHUeLyiSwu4FQNFkrUmwk_ENcmQKVSWadoD2A/s1724/20231017_191110.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1724" data-original-width="1308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN-e4f6ZS4qrMrdNN_kuOyaXUCimuuDZxG2DUZc4GFGGFPsD1lrWpWBLYzegrbEvr0U1LgIp6YJx01Pda_WlkpQYwSiOWTGcS5QhCxvuNjvvkklCd5kx4uFu02jZQ5Ixy3_neca57CYsGtcr3SXHUeLyiSwu4FQNFkrUmwk_ENcmQKVSWadoD2A/s16000/20231017_191110.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-44782772440307041322023-09-17T22:01:00.009-07:002023-09-17T22:02:58.613-07:00Heaven's Smithy<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mosfqr6GUN__Pyd-aqc8Qgra3Ga-ByLoVOFT722jV31WGz3mcOvo0evUnGIrOc3XjmuC7aVK5Q5xbf0QDSaYzbyiMmLqXpFgX_j4vUmRj7x_G8IdiBSmAU5dA49ofjdaUV1u2iZM9uUhGMx-7lLitncjW5v0JNtqA4N4pvjhXk6vtf5m96YmKg/s2576/20230916_192028.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mosfqr6GUN__Pyd-aqc8Qgra3Ga-ByLoVOFT722jV31WGz3mcOvo0evUnGIrOc3XjmuC7aVK5Q5xbf0QDSaYzbyiMmLqXpFgX_j4vUmRj7x_G8IdiBSmAU5dA49ofjdaUV1u2iZM9uUhGMx-7lLitncjW5v0JNtqA4N4pvjhXk6vtf5m96YmKg/w480-h640/20230916_192028.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Floor of copper, floor of gold....Beyond the custom-house door, ajar, the street at sunset seemed aflame."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-62289173092159780572023-09-04T12:44:00.005-07:002023-09-23T16:46:18.579-07:00Bright Showers<p>Puddle steps mar</p><p>reflection.</p><p>Waves distort aspects</p><p>as moist air translates</p><p>her hair's scent</p><p>to redolent Dianthus.</p><p><br /></p><p>Skyline's penumbra stretches</p><p>'cross obsidian streets</p><p>as we dissolve lento</p><p>in downpours of light.</p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-52393014516998771152023-08-09T11:34:00.002-07:002023-08-09T11:34:41.932-07:00Bright Ruby Dusk<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4Fsd9xDmzIZv99iCez6-wc5orlUwe8I3wBW9IqP5ghzp6ljH-JAiNBnpYX-Kx9jI_550JtxEkYxC3f64rNG1nwwL5eGi4LRiA0ikEOHWCfFc2HzkE_ZntFw0-Wv8WFC9zF5bDZ5S-IGJhlkotxzHV-C9YbJSqhmi6XuxaubvgBXo9Q6CED5l4A/s2576/20230801_203645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4Fsd9xDmzIZv99iCez6-wc5orlUwe8I3wBW9IqP5ghzp6ljH-JAiNBnpYX-Kx9jI_550JtxEkYxC3f64rNG1nwwL5eGi4LRiA0ikEOHWCfFc2HzkE_ZntFw0-Wv8WFC9zF5bDZ5S-IGJhlkotxzHV-C9YbJSqhmi6XuxaubvgBXo9Q6CED5l4A/w480-h640/20230801_203645.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"...distills the luminous secret"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-11076070864851850572023-07-29T12:55:00.000-07:002023-07-29T12:55:13.514-07:00The Grid<p>The petite and ubiquitous </p><p>bowling greens of suburbia</p><p>beyond freeways</p><p><br /></p><p>Where the love made is </p><p>ephemeral and frayed</p><p>as travel toothbrushes. </p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-78337186353208113682023-07-18T11:37:00.003-07:002023-07-18T13:21:48.173-07:00Overcast<p>Skinflint sky above,</p><p>clouds hold rain</p><p>like bands of misers.</p><p><br /></p><p>They banish Sun </p><p>and dull day's shine </p><p>to the leaden mean. </p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-75002571066283199852023-07-11T20:33:00.001-07:002023-07-11T20:33:48.729-07:00Été<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zplgymkCBtuGv-U8QQpKvm8i3_sO3PfRP4idjkXojqDG_JLlN3I3eFT0Nqrb6VcPOyH_myysKWjA356nVOQjNTvUixCKUbqpJfyLYZIVpDygzNxgGEMLD88qmVnX6iZ7ICMt8GbFBMESwk4EV1mKFuFEnqIpqmJn3gcajwYWk8eBcLkKit6Tag/s1958/20230701_203357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1958" data-original-width="1358" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zplgymkCBtuGv-U8QQpKvm8i3_sO3PfRP4idjkXojqDG_JLlN3I3eFT0Nqrb6VcPOyH_myysKWjA356nVOQjNTvUixCKUbqpJfyLYZIVpDygzNxgGEMLD88qmVnX6iZ7ICMt8GbFBMESwk4EV1mKFuFEnqIpqmJn3gcajwYWk8eBcLkKit6Tag/w444-h640/20230701_203357.jpg" width="444" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Day at last dawns; and like the raised curtains of a tabernacle, golden clouds furling into large scrolls uncover the sky." Flaubert, <i>The Temptation of St. Anthony.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-71094943313577261302023-07-06T20:51:00.002-07:002023-07-06T20:52:14.048-07:00Vanity Set Moon<p> <br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinW27R28M3m9emHSDXvYZvMCeP-TokiokoCpKZ242_X-7eULVwWj2OXfO2L7DB4VjW4wojGaXZflAFKLxSvdedG4rkLwMcZOJzv6-DJaLmTqKMg906SbNUro2CEG05h66Uel9EtZZXCm_X44JzRWhLgK4WkaBUrDn2iCpSZZwNx6FfYnQdEoyFaA/s2576/20230701_203257.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinW27R28M3m9emHSDXvYZvMCeP-TokiokoCpKZ242_X-7eULVwWj2OXfO2L7DB4VjW4wojGaXZflAFKLxSvdedG4rkLwMcZOJzv6-DJaLmTqKMg906SbNUro2CEG05h66Uel9EtZZXCm_X44JzRWhLgK4WkaBUrDn2iCpSZZwNx6FfYnQdEoyFaA/w480-h640/20230701_203257.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne..."<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-91495791575868306082023-06-30T13:37:00.005-07:002023-07-09T19:50:51.191-07:00Plains<p>Pendent wan leaves</p><p>curl agin tapering gales</p><p>over stubbled sward.</p><p><br /></p><p>Bairns behind panes</p><p>pine for handsome gold</p><p>of Summer's lust.</p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-91458547425376551382023-06-02T14:53:00.004-07:002023-06-02T14:54:09.510-07:00Junessence<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdLm3Fy_9sSThsaaIaNZ308JFfi6NpboO4aF_UAtTgqXrUsuV4NyAj0YxRe6RBU3pxcLX2QXGAPlQ9jAbKNRjJ4HVO06qjTbcvarYriP2rK46ivLDN3yoJVCmwEziWsdjhueyVlkMioozr1KZQ4LzbcX5nVZdkauueoLFYSRRpMAmtSpiE0I/s1264/20230527_150026.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1264" data-original-width="1116" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdLm3Fy_9sSThsaaIaNZ308JFfi6NpboO4aF_UAtTgqXrUsuV4NyAj0YxRe6RBU3pxcLX2QXGAPlQ9jAbKNRjJ4HVO06qjTbcvarYriP2rK46ivLDN3yoJVCmwEziWsdjhueyVlkMioozr1KZQ4LzbcX5nVZdkauueoLFYSRRpMAmtSpiE0I/w564-h640/20230527_150026.jpg" width="564" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...while the jolly sun shone</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-67465381695027231092023-04-12T18:59:00.002-07:002023-04-12T22:33:23.816-07:00April's Light Blooms<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSkkjjEu2OkaGfsAJgYxddUatyGXSPiP3oRSIpXdl-vPcfqrNixE8iFOrtbOyfma11DBsglmGtUF9jmm1wrnm0g5CEfFwiwEq7H9EjDmTDN7Owe1BB2p4snHIc75jAIWyLcYJbz-Qr8c_t-mWzDGLPmDJYAsALBcj3ING7KK0RPHtTCuvkvE/s1325/20230412_184018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1325" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSkkjjEu2OkaGfsAJgYxddUatyGXSPiP3oRSIpXdl-vPcfqrNixE8iFOrtbOyfma11DBsglmGtUF9jmm1wrnm0g5CEfFwiwEq7H9EjDmTDN7Owe1BB2p4snHIc75jAIWyLcYJbz-Qr8c_t-mWzDGLPmDJYAsALBcj3ING7KK0RPHtTCuvkvE/w365-h640/20230412_184018.jpg" width="365" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I resolved to rise and take a turn in the garden.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-36269264046539074132023-03-23T18:04:00.000-07:002023-03-23T18:04:27.813-07:00Sheets<p>Stars fall in warm eyes.</p><p>Zones of temperate dilation</p><p>burn cares away in damp groves.</p><p><br /></p><p>Love's breath, like sunbeams,</p><p>spreads golden vistas. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-58518839321701322202023-01-17T20:01:00.004-08:002023-01-21T23:24:04.589-08:00Nocturne<p>The door opens to stars above.</p><p>A goodnight kiss stabs </p><p>my jaw like toothache.</p><p><br /></p><p>Eve's breath dishevels hair.</p><p>Pistol in hand...</p><p>A bullet shatters her window.</p><p><br /></p><p>She sleeps. </p><p>Impossible a body so serene's</p><p>not dead.</p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-46122273441865889232023-01-11T17:51:00.000-08:002023-01-11T17:51:26.292-08:00Still Life Shade<p> </p><p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeoUBAmQ__6sPHxKBcCpZSkK31z2D-4dE-ZsrXMobdK4kaZTl7-OwRinqGRWj7UofoXH0Yp4-om4HhDxT2ZaXfKxomnBimia1bDzFvmJgMU-4IXn9jNUilVgyKqgrpXhVQRk7608KF8X3DFenhUUSWSBOckXz5pkoNpe7MqCntwMFgS8D6BQ/s2128/20230111_155453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2128" data-original-width="1932" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeoUBAmQ__6sPHxKBcCpZSkK31z2D-4dE-ZsrXMobdK4kaZTl7-OwRinqGRWj7UofoXH0Yp4-om4HhDxT2ZaXfKxomnBimia1bDzFvmJgMU-4IXn9jNUilVgyKqgrpXhVQRk7608KF8X3DFenhUUSWSBOckXz5pkoNpe7MqCntwMFgS8D6BQ/w581-h640/20230111_155453.jpg" width="581" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Perception, in its pure state, is, then, in very truth, a part of things."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-35911449826763103302022-12-01T21:13:00.002-08:002022-12-01T21:34:58.910-08:00Cercamoan<p>When the sweet air turns bitter</p><p>dogs bark in Occitan</p><p>and cats purr in Plattdeutsch.</p><p>Birds sing sotto voce.</p><p>My lungs, like plucked lyres,</p><p>rustle like threads thru dead leaves.</p><p><br /></p><p>Mother has a hole in her abdomen</p><p>the size of a pugilist's fist with</p><p>the face of Jupiter's hurricane.</p><p><br /></p><p>When the sweet air turns bitter</p><p>I sing about dogs and cats</p><p>with lost tongues as the hurricane's</p><p>bloodshot eye burns dead leaves.</p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-31189986096104534122022-10-20T12:16:00.002-07:002023-10-15T22:36:34.905-07:00Dose Oubli<p>Roused automata,</p><p>host on dresser top,</p><p>daily Matin's hushed Mass</p><p>hums discreetly from</p><p>Arisarum vulgare</p><p><br /></p><p>Numbing Liturgy,</p><p>my tiny hand unsure</p><p>as ears brim with</p><p>Angels' chorus</p><p><br /></p><p>I approach the Auto da fé,</p><p>a petit mort that grows</p><p>with every step away</p><p>from host's home.</p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-26988725257710825272022-10-03T10:23:00.000-07:002022-10-03T10:23:03.510-07:00Patachon<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zrms7z9hcMKvuM7xoBIRfE1_wjgeQgLYMDb6YVJe4YSoEbi_6LYl8owQmBmSNjrhOZHmD4Z8IG1MXiQVnVBPrGMlHsqBC-Y2FfsHiFP9JRwJolGjF2M3FAh6ksvlFSOW2SGnjMqZ-oiL_XzI6x99zwPmTwiE2snlwgyJzi3_nETLmm39CMw/s2576/20220815_200131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zrms7z9hcMKvuM7xoBIRfE1_wjgeQgLYMDb6YVJe4YSoEbi_6LYl8owQmBmSNjrhOZHmD4Z8IG1MXiQVnVBPrGMlHsqBC-Y2FfsHiFP9JRwJolGjF2M3FAh6ksvlFSOW2SGnjMqZ-oiL_XzI6x99zwPmTwiE2snlwgyJzi3_nETLmm39CMw/w480-h640/20220815_200131.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-61012521595044601972022-09-02T11:18:00.000-07:002022-09-02T11:18:09.232-07:00Wave Crests Above<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oqZv2JKy5YnZkcdmvC45sWSUTzoyK2hC4NzPnB1SrTB1nTulfFDuNyqYamrFcpQsbV-zB2GJW8B9zKiBi8WBV9zErohxO6iPBLllv4YW8FZBjS8F9ELmi7sWOyRiLLAMXayxzcHNcnGWSABBQAFz5fkv5TOYEb0aSt6IbznjuE3mNrHpUPg/s1932/20220901_220635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1161" data-original-width="1932" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oqZv2JKy5YnZkcdmvC45sWSUTzoyK2hC4NzPnB1SrTB1nTulfFDuNyqYamrFcpQsbV-zB2GJW8B9zKiBi8WBV9zErohxO6iPBLllv4YW8FZBjS8F9ELmi7sWOyRiLLAMXayxzcHNcnGWSABBQAFz5fkv5TOYEb0aSt6IbznjuE3mNrHpUPg/w640-h384/20220901_220635.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"au jour d'aujourd'hui"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-62784610458740239192022-08-24T21:50:00.000-07:002022-08-24T21:50:12.793-07:00Angel , Duchess of the Sidewalks<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoPOTmhYz6QWqwMVCkwBRH-pCol-a2m-tT9MIV7X-Sn7PmMVknQ2vwiWPTPY7a2r58BOyFR-kSJBS04tHKE_F9is7iXNZv-rn-T-Qz9EqJW6oETc_7UhjSkpmZe5ZPtf0tY3JCj4m9cYIgyibxzB4vgHezrgytSi_CxMoudOJMEizMcdeGXs/s2576/20210530_180559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoPOTmhYz6QWqwMVCkwBRH-pCol-a2m-tT9MIV7X-Sn7PmMVknQ2vwiWPTPY7a2r58BOyFR-kSJBS04tHKE_F9is7iXNZv-rn-T-Qz9EqJW6oETc_7UhjSkpmZe5ZPtf0tY3JCj4m9cYIgyibxzB4vgHezrgytSi_CxMoudOJMEizMcdeGXs/w480-h640/20210530_180559.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"..for we are all children of one breast, teasing each other, squabbling, but still unable to separate."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-78945724009999267002022-07-27T12:45:00.002-07:002022-07-27T12:47:53.322-07:00Translation<p>The turn from text to context opens a path away from being. Discount deeds, being will always already have been breath's deed.</p><p>An account anterior to thought's alterity. Exegetical horizons, distant clearings, illumine dusk in bruised blue. Light grows faint as soft words spoken open locked doors. All is at hand, naked as starless night. Print's black impression blankets heaths. Breath folds and unfolds the terms. Form tucks tongues in reverie. Rest relinquishes any wish to signify. </p><p>Dream anoints spirit. The distance from everything is equal. It is an alchemy where pale leaves become gold coins as they touch ground. </p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-27178662007435792152022-07-26T12:48:00.005-07:002022-09-28T13:46:16.323-07:00Pristine Drifts Narrow Slits to Nothing<p>Pale banks fillet</p><p>pristine drifts,</p><p>carved lacunae</p><p>of light's scalpel.</p><p>Powdered faces,</p><p>ashen drawn Sun, </p><p>narrow eye slits </p><p>to nothing.</p><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213149.post-82015980304219454392022-06-14T14:05:00.004-07:002022-06-14T14:05:48.960-07:00Son Arises<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMby7CItBpDa9pgYj-GOms1jZeTondo4L4uf2_djILvlHwPSyfDavju4LJx2SFuTP1vnO6pouU4J6DNF3fU3K5mt7J1wnANPfH98Vts3woIJLO8prFqcdZhraQYJzDgEc8MpEzNTCVJbA79h0oBE-s5x6LYDk1-ekG693VL9mvI2krUx_LiSg/s902/20220612_235727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMby7CItBpDa9pgYj-GOms1jZeTondo4L4uf2_djILvlHwPSyfDavju4LJx2SFuTP1vnO6pouU4J6DNF3fU3K5mt7J1wnANPfH98Vts3woIJLO8prFqcdZhraQYJzDgEc8MpEzNTCVJbA79h0oBE-s5x6LYDk1-ekG693VL9mvI2krUx_LiSg/s16000/20220612_235727.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Aquesta viva fuente, que deseo/ En este pan de vida yo la veo.."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Anatole Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475202797984385346noreply@blogger.com0