Sunday, April 6, 2014

Greetings From Mrs. Crowhouse


I've been on the fast track as of late, I have so many things to do I'm afraid if I don't keep treading water I might sink but today is the day for catching up. Yesterday a friend surprised me and stopped by my studio and I was so engrossed in work, the place a horrid mess, I felt like a feral dog chewing on a bone, surprised by a sudden well intended passer by. That was the look on my face I'm sure :)  I'm starting to think about my upcoming show and I spent a good long time ordering metal supplies, I can put that task off forever, all those tiny bits, blecch, not fun but got it done. I've been meaning to share this gorgeous poem with those of you still waiting for spring, I fell in love with it and I wanted you to read it too, in case you hadn't…..


Dance like a jackrabbit
in the dunegrass, dance
not for release, no
the ice holds hard but
for the promise.Yesterday
the chickadees sang fever,
fever, the mating song.
You can still cross ponds
leaving tracks in the snow
over sleeping fish
but in the marsh, the red
maples look red
again, their buds swelling.
Just one week ago a blizzard
roared for two days,
Ice weeps in the road.
Yet spring hides
in the snow. On the south
wall of the house
the first sharp crown
of crocus sticks out.
Spring lurks inside the hard
casing, and the bud
begins to crack. What seems 
dead pares its hunger
sharp and stirs groaning.
If we have not stopped
wanting in the long dark, 
we will grasp our desires
soon by the nape.
Inside the fallen brown
apple the seed is alive.
Freeze and thaw, freeze 
and thaw, the sap leaps
in the maple under the bark
and although they have
pronounced us dead, we
rise again invisibly, 
we rise and the sun sings
in us sweet and smoky
as the blood of the maple
that will open its leaves 
like thousands of waving hands.

The inside chance
by
Marge Piercy
Circles on the Water

This is completely unrelated but I had never heard of Sam Smith before last week when I heard him on SNL. Oh my goodness, when art is authentic it can really bring you to your knees. The world would certainly be a lesser place without good art so I guess that's how these two things are bound. Take a listen. Sorry about the ad, and I don't know how to imbed (smile) but this version of the song is worth the effort… it makes me cry.

When I was a kid in Michigan we had one old house in our subdivision with an equally old woman inhabitant. We though she was scary because the crows always gathered in her large yard and when I think back of course they would she had the best trees and a two story house compared to our boring little trackers with little staked treelings. My brother and I would walk down the street toward the lake and always cross the street and run past the Crow House afraid she was looking at us from the top story window waiting to snatch us or cast a spell. These were the Hitchcock days!

Wishing you all the best, xoxo CroW