Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Four Thirty Nine


                                                                          ... kitchen table night

                                                  ... coyote calls from the field

                                                                                           ... morning comes slowly




Japanese woodblock print by Kawase Hasui

11 comments:

  1. When the coyotes are singing morning should always come slowly.

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  2. Ooh...I agree with montucky!!! I guess I'm not supposed to like coyotes..but I do! I think they represent survival and feel that their howl is their message. Love this...

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    1. I love coyotes. That time in the title is the exact time they started signing...

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    2. That should be singing... although signing would do, too... :)

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  3. Kitchen table ... late night lonely ... there is nothing more devastating ... one of my favorite songs ever ... "...and the dawn don't rescue me no more..." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zu7Ebb4Wy58

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    1. Ah, yes, the unspoken element: the distant sound of a Carveresque radio playing that song ... poignancy defines The Band. Thank you for the link... and for your thoughtful comment.

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  4. Sometimes when we hear the coyotes at night (as we often do) morning indeed comes slowly, as I worry restlessly about our goat kids and what I might find in our pasture once its light. If I didn't have them I might feel differently about the sounds of coyotes at night, but here the sounds are ominous.

    The image you matched with the poem is powerful for me. I know that sight: a single room lit, a man at a table, sipping his coffee and pondering the day; waiting for dawn.

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    1. Good Morning, Bill. I can certainly understand your feelings ... all those little beings in your care and the predators that create your unease. I don't know if I'd ever sleep. Life has its cruelties, as we perceive them, and I would struggle with them mightily, as I'm sure you do, too.

      Thank you for commenting on the image. It's a Japanese woodblock print but I couldn't find attribution for it.

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  5. The sweetest music; night, peepers and tree frogs, coyotes or wolves in the distance, an owl keeping rhythm.

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    1. Sometimes , when I listen to the night, I am beyond moved by all the wonderful sounds and the sense of orchestration to the universe. Quite an arrangement... Thanks, WildBill

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