everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Saturday, September 17, 2016

T-Bird

“Here in the second half of the twentieth century in a small Delta town, on a doctor’s desk, I saw three thermometers labeled in turn oral, rectal, colored.”

                -from the poem “The Journalist Buys a Pig Farm” by Miller Williams

  



“When the photograph outlives the body when people die, scenes change, trees grow or are chopped down – it becomes a memorial.  And when the thing photographed is a work of art or architecture that has been destroyed, this effect is amplified even further.  A painting, sculpture, or temple, as a record of both human skill and emotion, is already a site of memory; when it’s only remaining trace is a photograph, that photograph becomes a memorial to a memory.  Such a photograph is shadowed by its vanished ancestor.”

                -from “Memories of Things Unseen” by Teju Cole
 

Big Cyprus
University of Oklahoma

“Take turns, be plain, settle for less when less if fair, and be discreet.  Try not to waste anything.  Remember that everyone you meet is a battlefield.”

                -from the poem “For Reuben, at Twelve Months” by Miller Williams

Byron Berline's Double Stop Fiddle Shop
Guthrie, Oklahoma

Hank Williams Sr. once told the poet Miller Williams that he had a beer drinking soul. Years later Miller said this made him very proud.     

Santa Fe Depot
Yale, Oklahoma
"Keystone Pipeline rips a deep bleeding wound.  The mourning river is running red.  No Trespassing sign declares if you're not arriving to exploit, out here you should not be."
  -Jeanetta Calhoun Mish, from the poem "Driving Lost Roads Listening to Jedi Mind Tricks: a Ghazal"



 

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