the play of the weather 6 weather notes ellie epp


- 5

 

 

first visit fr aphrodite      -     was it      -     her black lace on skin from twilight & twigs,   red,  rose,
                                          hill down, shore slope,
cuddled in the ditch grass thinking him, he steals down the
 
 
            : was the feel i made up a body for, it's been here today
 
 
 
genevieve whitewave     schaum      i wd say:   light & the ocean of
specks

 

whats it     whatsit    like
 
 
watching a little one dissolve      & again etc
 
 
the material                  a cloud's corner leaves
 
 
new tales of navigation
 
 
to write the view alternately with the

 

at least locally, a traveler
at any time he cd turn back to earlier manners

 

return from stone lake

 

like you on a smooth journey enters the fresh clouds

 

thunder seams to sound like

      sound envelope         

                             i think a fast cloud or simple sky

 

can't see exactly how much
black & white by lighting maybe
      'a part of a thing'
 
so here the paper is clear & it is day

 

both company and the light of flowers

 

the net delicacy is the same

 

the verticall lines of china's common river grass

    we laugh & talk the country talk
    feelings are right

 

diagrams of the sea

 

it has many white arms & frills

 

limestone porcelaine with edge
       slate               thumb

 

the few who come in to steer or intersect

      - what's wrong with the story

 
fright of its narrowing

 

these paintings were concerned with the sounds of words
each line took me one day to make

 

4 above, 3 within -     i think that's very beautiful

 

the story:  having to see the end

 

'release is somewhere'

 

i open closet doors  see single persons sleeping in debrise

 

 

when i finish painting i realize i've been there before

 

when i listen to music & even when i read it, i have an
inward vision of marvelous colors