Sunday, May 24, 2009


On the wings of love
Does maternalism shine
In uncertain times.

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opaque delight abounds
the angel and the child
both awake whilst sleeping.

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asleep with angels,
from dreams to reality;
tranquil smiles to all.

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caring is a gift
love posted as a letter
returns to sender

16 comments:

nobody said...

This marvellous picture comes from Susana's blog. It's by her daughter Iona and it's of her and her mother. But astoundingly, the caring angel is Iona, and the infant is Susana.

Iona - keep drawing mate. It seems you have a talent for it. Go study art and learn all the rules, if only so that you know which ones should be broken and why. Ha!

nobody said...

sleep in the embrace
of my innocent spirit
myself in her dream

Anonymous said...

From Belgium,

On the wings of love
Does materialism shine
In uncertain times

I thought I would be the first to get the ‘wings of love’ thing in.

Anonymous said...

From Belgium,

Spellcheck has done it to me again. Let’s have another swing at that one.

On the wings of love
Does maternalism shine
In uncertain times.

nobody said...

Thanks FB, you did have me wondering with the first one there.

su said...

opaque delight abounds
the angel and the child
both awake whilst sleeping.

john said...

asleep with angels,
from dreams to reality;
tranquil smiles to all.

nobody said...

Other John! Nice to have you back.

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pieta resculpted
it never really mattered
who cradled whom

nobody said...

Is everyone familiar with the pieta? Just in case...

su said...

nope,
care to explain?

nobody said...

There's a link! Otherwise the pieta is the classic 'mother cradling child' image. And okay, the child, Jesus, is fully grown but that aside, the parallels are rock solid.

And just like Iona turned the concept on its head, I did too.

Actually thinking about it, the pieta is its own circular effort. Jesus, the provider of solace, comfort, and love, is, in the pieta, the object of these things. Things get turned, and turned again, and we find that each direction resembles the other.

Oh! It occurs to me just now that Jesus is dead. Let's not make too much of that. Since he rose again, let's just call it sleeping. Besides in Michelangelo's pieta death is the least of it. The statue is actually all about a mother's love.

BTW. I saw the real thing as a kid and had a miniature reproduction of it on my desk the whole time I was at school. I spent many hours staring at it. It's a great sculpture.

Anonymous said...

From Belgium,

Don’t you live and learn and isn’t the internet a wonderful thing? I knew what the 14 Stations of the Cross was roughly about but I never knew what they actually were. Now my education is a bit more complete. I am just sitting here musing to myself on the reversal of circumstances as described by Nobody.
“Actually thinking about it, the pieta is its own circular effort. Jesus, the provider of solace, comfort, and love, is, in the pieta, the object of these things. Things get turned, and turned again, and we find that each direction resembles the other.”

That got me wondering if there was any etymological connection between pieta and peripeteia. Yes I know the stem is different and this word has alternative pronunciations of “peri-pit-aya or peri- pity-a and seems to fit N’s definition quite aptly. BTW this is a rhetorical question, I don’t expect an answer.

nobody said...

Oh, so you don't want me to say I grooved on that? Nor that it was outside my vocab. Perish the thought. Otherwise more grist for the crosswords, yay.

Anonymous said...

From Belgium,

Just because I didn’t expect something does not mean that you may not give it anyway, it just depends on which way your charity is swinging on that particular moment. And heaven forbid that you would consider that I should disparage your extensive vocabulary. Not me mate, far from it. For whatever my humble opinion is worth, I thought your haiku was pretty neat, it kind of recaptured that circular, the child is father of the man thing.

john said...

caring is a gift
love posted as a letter
returns to sender

nobody said...

reverse lullaby
from the sung to
to the singer