Lift Earth Rise , compositional sketch on guitar
small eyes wonder
A five year old little girl with a pension for the aesthetics of random objects
while carving walnut to look like earth
of the golden dust of osage
he discovers eggs make lovely lanterns
walk out to find these things from my Goldsworthy protégée
the horse rolls out, making its provision and fuel
Quercus rubra holds Quercus alba for a shave
showing how much learning is found when a draw knife pulls through the grain
and much beauty in the life of trees
yielding four legs from the rugged giant of civilization (that is Mr. Q. Alba)
back to the door. routing tongues and tenons, applying coiled energy to transferred pattern
every fit feels like a miracle
and the two become one
“Onforan” becoming a door, framing a passage
embers stirring embers
into the incense of fearless youth
a seed within a seed, life and healing travel in a mysterious shell
later, the arrangement has changed, she’s at it again
meanwhile, nature imitates nature
round violently became flat, then eases its way into concavity
green tips taken by the hoof-shod
the edges wound-up by the steel-shod
summits of pollen-yellow splendor arise from the dust
in a moment, history and beauty merge and glow
while the broad axe composes its song
as it was written in fire
as it was written in wood
