Wednesday, January 31, 2007

A gift of D.H. Lawrence


Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled,
made nothing?
Are you willing to be made nothing?
dipped into oblivion?

If not, you will never really change.

The phoenix renews her youth
only when she is burnt, burnt alive, burnt down
to hot and flocculent ash.
Then the small stirring of a new small bub in the nest
with strands of down like floating ash
shows that she is renewing her youth like the eagle,
immortal bird.

Ching-In and James worked on making me a gift of this poem on paper folded into the game you play on your fingers. The performance went well. I'm glad it's over. More once I edit photos.


Paulettasaurus said...

One of my favorite authors. Love the photo!

Gili Warsett said...

You're almost finished!!! Home stretch.