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"Water Night" first took my breath away when I heard it performed on "From the Top" by the highly aclaimed Norman North High School Chorale in Oklahoma. This translation of a Spanish poem, adapted by Eric Whitaker, is a beautifully evocotive, metaphorical piece formed in a series of vignets about the connection of the water to the soul, and the quest to find the innermost spirit in ourselves. Further interpretation reflects the experience of holding something difficult inside over a period of time, and finally letting it go to find peace.

"Water Night" is the inspiration for one of my upcoming paintings.

(Please press play. Feel free to read along with the lyrics below.)

 

 

 

Water Night

Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,

night with eyes of water in the field asleep

is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of secret water.

Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.

Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.

If you open your eyes,
night opens, doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of the water opens
flowing from the center of night.

And if you close your eyes,
a river fills you from within,
flows forward, darkens you:
night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.

Octavio Paz, 1914-1998
(Adapted by Eric Whitacre, Translation by Muriel Rukeyser)

**The original poem is "Agua Nocturna" by Octavio Paz.  Peace is connected to a long tradition of "night" in visual art, poetry and music.

 

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sweet breezes 'gainst

bare feet

swathes of sunshine

some strawberries

between infinite spectrums of greens

no plans

coconut-peach yogurt pops

& panaches 

as the sun

moves 'cross the

sky

behind th' leaves of

tall oaks


Recipe for Grilled Eggplant Sandwiches coming soon…

 

Do you like to have lazy plan-less weekends too?

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Soon they'll be asleep.

The house will be ours.

Nothing off limits.

No place we can't scour.

We'll stampede cross the wood floors as fast as we can.

And yowl like coyotes awake after ten.

From lands far and near we'll hunt down precious gifts.

Before morn' there'll be a mousie and twisty-tie blitz. 

At first sign of light we'll take up our posts,

Performing purrs, trills and tricks to fill up our bowls.

We'll see you next time, maybe daytime you say?

Certainly!

Another fun time to play!