Come to Me

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Photo by Moses Pendleton

I believe I’ve posted this photo before, but the blog has been looking a little drab lately, so here it is again.  I know. I know.

I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to post a new blog entry each day, these past few weeks. I’ve been a little busy.  It actually makes me uneasy all day, if I haven’t posted a blog. I would say that it makes me feel as if I left my bed unmade, but in fact, leaving my bed unmade doesn’t make me uneasy at all.  I do it all the time.  But I will try to blog each day, even if it’s short.

Twelve-Fingered, Out Of Mind

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Photo by Moses Pendleton

HER KIND, by Anne Sexton

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

Wireless Ghost

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Photo by Moses Pendleton

I’ve tried all morning to post a poem that is perfect with this photo.  I cannot. It will not cut and paste the right way, but instead, jumbles all the words into lines that are not at all the the way the poet wrote/published them.  I really think the internet is haunted when it comes into my house.  I’m taking my computer to the coffee shop with the wireless service later this morning, and I bet I’ll have no problem.

A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Yes, time for a fresh dose of Moses. I’m not sure if I’ve shared this here, but Moses has tens of thousands of photographs of his sunflowers. He also has thousands of hours of video footage of them. You wouldn’t think that something as static and motionless as a row of plants would make for interesting video footage. I’ll just say that his sunflowers don’t stand still when Moses is in their midst. You wouldn’t believe the energy in those fields when he is there.

A Lord of Nature, Weeping

I stopped at my friends Moses and Cynthia’s house yesterday, and Moses brought me to his sunflower garden and cut me some flowers. You need a man to cut certain sunflowers. I can’t see Martha Stewart delicately clipping this monstrous beauty from its stem:

sunny5.JPG Moses approached the eight-foot-tall stalk of the sunflower until his body almost touched it. He placed his knife’s blade against the curved stem just under the bowed head and then, turning his face away (he couldn’t look, it seemed) he lopped the thing off at the neck. Then, after gazing down at its face for a moment, he handed it to me carefully. I was astonished at its weight.

A Bright Rainy Evening

Last night I attended a benefit for the Susan B. Anthony Project. It was held at the home of Moses Pendleton and Cynthia Quinn.

When I arrived, I saw that Moses and Cynthia had decorated their porch with many of his sunflowers:
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I decided to try out one of the rocking chairs. Remind me to put on some makeup the next time I go out.
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There were sunflowers everywhere, and even though it was a gray and drizzly evening, the whole porch was bright with the flowers’ yellow brilliance:
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Moses carefully selected each one from his giant sunflower crop. At first glance, this just appeared to be a sunflower in a vase. Then Moses showed me how he had found it just as it was starting to open its petals. It appeared to be winking, which delighted him (and me too):
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There was a small bonfire down in the lower garden:
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I noticed that the women at the party, young and old, seemed to be drawn to the flames like moths. I guess it was just the heat they were drawn to. Or, possibly, the gorgeous Momix dancers who were fanning the flames:
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The rows of dead plants behind the dancers are part of the marigold garden that usually looks like the suns rays. This is how it looked last year:
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But this year, it was hit by what Moses desribed as a “perfect storm” of doom – damp, cold and some sort of fungus, which killed the light of the rays, but not Moses’ determination. He has a plan to combat the fungus blight with … well, I better not say, lest the local fire marshall happens upon my blog.
Here’s Cynthia, the hostess, looking like a sunny flower herself:
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And another flowery friend:
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The guests all gathered on the porch and the stairs to watch the Momix dancers perform:
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And the show began:
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I was afraid the flash from my camera was bothering those around me so I stopped taking photos. Maybe Moses will send me some. I somehow didn’t get a photo of Moses, but here’s one I took on another visit:
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Well, it was a great night and for a great cause. The Susan B. Anthony house provides shelter and support for battered women, and their director, last evening told me that Moses and Cynthia have been longtime supporters of their wonderful program. Send Susan B. Anthony a donation, if you feel so inclined, or send a donation to a program for victims of domestic violence near you.

Cuttings

My friend Moses is harvesting some of his sunflower crop now. He sent me this photo. It’s his hand and a sunflower, through a glass table:
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I always think of Theodore Roethke poems when I see Moses’ photos. Roethke’s father owned a nursery in Michigan and Roethke spent his childhood in the greenhouses, messing around with worms and roots and loam and many of his poems are about plants. I have two poems that I like for this photo. The first is the second of two poems called cuttings. The imagery is a little sexy, but I think you all can take it.
CUTTINGS (later)
Theodore Roethke
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing,
In my veins, in my bones I feel it, -
The small waters seeping upward,
The tight grains parting at last.
When sprouts break out,
Slippery as fish,
I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath wet.
Well, I warned you. But the image in the photo has an underwater feel to it so I’m adding another poem. Tell me which you think goes better with the photo.
RIVER INCIDENT
Theodore Roethke
A shell arched under my toes,
Stirred up a whirl of silt
That riffled around my knees.
Whatever I owed to time
Slowed in human form;
Sea water stood in my veins,
The elements I kept warm
Crumbled and flowed away,
And I knew I had been there before,
In that cold granitic slime,
In the dark, in the rolling water.
Okay, that last poem didn’t really go with the image at all, but I’m anxious, and it suits my mood.

Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Photo by Moses Pendleton

On Thursday, as many of you know, I was in a bit of a funk about the condition of my house. It’s just that I was away for much of the summer and then, when I returned, I saw all the work that needs to be done. When you live in a house everyday, you don’t see the clutter. Or at least I don’t. So, I was sort of spinning wheels, moving piles of books from one place to another, muddling over whether or not to keep a pair of old tights or throw them away, when I got a call from the Pendleton-Quinn household. Would I like to come over for tea? There was something so wonderful and childishly rebellious about running outside when I was supposed to be cleaning my room – running off to play with my friends. Well, it was a beautiful, beautiful afternoon, too nice a day to be doing housework!

I’m Golden

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Well, I am very pleased to announce that I have been dubbed “Miss Sunflower 2008.” Yes, this photo that Moses Pendleton took of me last year has been superimposed onto a sunflower somehow and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more flattering likeness. I love having stamen all over my face – it really becomes me.

Marigolds

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I just received an email from Phil Holland, who went to Bennington with me, though somehow I didn’t know him. Phil is a good friend of Moses Pendleton. He saw my previous post and sent me the photo above, The photo was taken from the roof of the house. Those are large Adirondack chairs in the center of the circle so that will give you an idea of the scale of the garden. The sunflowers are in the foreground. From this perspective it looks like something from Chariots of the Gods.