Oct. 16th, 2009, Friday.
I am neither a poet nor a dancer. However, I do enjoy a gathering of friends - sharing bread, words, music. Some of the fliers below are invitations for the tango events I hosted, others are for "Bread and Words" - an odd cross between a potluck, a dance party, and an open-mic event.
A past collection of tango and poetry musings can be found at my tango@verde page.
Many of the images below are based on the works of Jess Beyler . I am grateful for her permission, as well as her support and friendship.
Melih Sener
(email: allostery [at] gmail)
(Click on images to view the larger versions.)
Oct. 16th, 2009, Friday.
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
Anais Nin, Risk
A celebration of motion at the Indigo Gallery,
this milonga accompanies the works of Jess Beyler
& Carrie Ramig.
July 26th, 2009. (The Lunar Edition)
Exuberance is beauty. William Blake
What greater drama could there be than that of falling. Doris
Humphrey
Apr. 26th, 2009.
This universe, which I with my astonishing observations and clear demonstrations had enlarged a hundred, nay, a thousandfold beyond the limits commonly seen by wise men of all centuries past, is now for me so diminished and reduced, it has shrunk to the meager confines of my body.
Galielo (to Elio Diodati in 1638 upon turning blind)
Mar. 21st, 2009. (The Equinox Edition)
My dream was to follow in the steps of Hemingway, Elliot Paul and Gertrude Stein, I wanted to stuff myself with baguettes and snails, fill my pillow with rejection slips and find a French girl named Mimi who believed that I was the greatest writer in the world.
Art Buchwald (on his move to Paris)
March 2nd, 2009.
Folks, I'm telling you,
Birthing is hard
And Dying is mean
So get yourself
Some loving in between.
Langston Hughes
Dec 6th, 2008.
Vogon poetry is widely accepted as the
third worst in the Universe. ...
The absolute worst poetry was written by
Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex.
Luckily it was destroyed when the earth was.
Douglas Adams
Nov. 8th, 2008.
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
Tom Waits
Sept. 14th, 2008.
Her way of moving was no mortal thing
but of angelic form: and her speech
rang higher than a mere human voice.
A celestial spirit, a living sun
was what I saw
Francesco Petrarca
Aug. 2nd, 2008.
(Dancing under the stars: this night was somewhat zanier than usual.)
July 20th, 2008.
"What is essential is invisible to the eye,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose---"
said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox.
"But you must not forget it. You become responsible,
forever, for what you have tamed.
You are responsible for your rose ... "
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.
Antoine de Saint Exupery
June 27th, 2008.
I stood and stared; the sky was lit,
The sky was stars all over it,
I stood, I knew not why,
Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
Ralph Hodgson
March 15th, 2008.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
G. K. Chesterton
March 2nd, 2008.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every
thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up,
till he sees all things thro' narow chinks of his cavern.
William Blake
Jan 1st, 2008.
If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.
Vera Pavlova
March 10th, 2007.
Fiction needs to be credible. Reality has no such obligation.
Isabel Allende