Thanks to all who came out to the talk last evening; I’ll be sure to let you know when the Cable version premieres.
The quarry workers reach up to the sky….
I was in Barre, VT. over the September 11, 2011 weekend. I spent a somber, deliberate 2 hours walking deep into Wells-Lamsen, the first granite quarry opened in the US (1812). I was deliberate because the high ledge wall areas jut out at crazy angles, reaching up and ready to break off and tumble down.
WATER NIGHT – Octavio Paz
Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,
night with eyes of water in the field asleep
is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of a secret water.
Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.
Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.
If you open your eyes,
night opens, doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of the water opens
flowing from the center of night.
And if you close your eyes,
a river fills you from within,
flows forward, darkens you:
night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.
(translation: Muriel Rukeyser)
I’m eager to get back up to Barre, VT. These quarry walls beckon me.
Every visit to Barre, leads me by this old barn which is slowly sagging away…with dignity.