From an older sketchbook, my brother Paul drawn in conversation on the porch of the Megansett House.
Poland, 19th century
Egg decorated with micrographic text from the Song of Songs,
Handwritten in ink, 7 x 5 2398
“From the 18th century, and perhaps even earlier, hollow eggs on which sacred texts had been written in micrography were used to decorate European sukkahs. Not all the texts related directly to the holiday of Sukkot, the Festival of Booths: this example has Song of Songs 1-4:7 inscribed in miniscule letters. At times feathers were added to the hanging egg, so that it looked like a bird in flight.” (via)
Golden compass. 2013.
Found this a couple months ago while we were camping.
Tree house/ educational centre for the Boy Scouts of America in West Virginia aka the coolest looking thing I’ve ever seen and can I move in?
“There’s no method. There’s no formula. If you really proceed a sentence at a time, if you pay attention to the sentence you just wrote and look to it for the clue for what to do to the next sentence, you can inch your way along to what may be a story. This wouldn’t have occurred to me starting out, for example, when I thought you wrote one sentence, then just looked out to the world trying to snag the next one. That’s not how it works. You look back at what you gave yourself to work with. Sharon Olds said something beautiful about sometimes thinking of her poems as instructions for how to put the world back together if it were destroyed.” —Amy Hempel on Sharon Olds, who was born November 19, 1942.
This is so beautiful I could cry about it.