Sunday, September 23, 2012

Baking Bread


Bread, 
you rise
from flour, 
water
and fire.
Dense or light,
flattened or round,
you duplicate
the mother's
rounded womb,
and earth's
twice-yearly
swelling.
How simple
you are, bread,
and how profound!
You line up
on the baker's 
powdered trays
like silverware or plates
or pieces of paper
and suddenly
life washes 
over you,
there's the joining of seed
and fire,
and you're growing, growing
all at once
like
hips, mouths, breasts,
mounds of earth,
or people's lives.
The temperature rises, you're overwhelmed
by fullness, the roar
of fertility,
and suddenly 
your golden color is fixed.
And when your little wombs
were seeded,
a brown scar
laid its burn the length
of your two halves'
toasted
juncture.
Now, 
whole,
you are 
mankind's energy,
a miracle often admired,
the will to live itself.

-Pablo Neruda



Just a little one-minute montage project with music by Nick Joy. 
Happy Fall, Happy Sunday, Happy Bread-Breaking.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Back to School



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It's that time of year. Back to school time always holds a certain level of excitement and transforms some part of me into my ten-year-old self. There is comfort in returning to old friends, and mystery at what the new year will hold. The air is cooler, the inner atmosphere cozier.

Oh, to forever be a student and never lose that nervously hopeful feeling of expectancy.