For some reason these past two or three years especially have taught me
to love every seasonal moment -- I can't say HOW they've taught me,
maybe it's the product of a more conscious practice of paying attention
to light & shadow & the rest which breeds a growing receptivity
to seeing beauty in every gradation of the Earth's relation to the sun, I
don't know. But - late November maybe still edges past the rest of the
year's glory for me - ah, with the Brahms Fourth playing right
now as soundtrack on wqxr, and the sharp cold dark day out there, and
the regaling warmth inside of my 19th century apartment -- well, that's
the ticket of course -- my spirit lodges in about 1887, I think --
anyway, this is the extended moment of the year -- ripening through
darkening days to culminate in the Winter Solstice - when I feel most
dimensionally alive. It's been this way for as long as I can remember,
back into earliest childhood. This is the time of Soul for me. And these
pics - outside & inside - are its emblems. How grand it is to be
able to feel so much pleasure.
I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page.
So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila.
To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack."
To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.)
thanks for stopping by.