again and again overwhelmed by tears that do not come heating my face, burning my eyes, stoppering my throat like a cork in a bottle the possible…… Read more “vapour”
Author: Kate Gough
creative, quirky, quiet, fun, inquisitive. idiolalia. blue-green. mythopoeic. growing. in love with and married to tim gough, youth minister.
love to create and learn and create again. artistic. awkward. strange. humorous (at, not with). hopeful. hm. i lived in london for a few years... love camden town. essentially, i write. and think. and make mixed media messes :)
On Greek Spirit, Hegel
For the Greeks only *watch* the objects of Nature, and form *surmises* respecting them; inquiring, in the depths of their souls, for the hidden meaning. According to…… Read more “On Greek Spirit, Hegel”
Pores
The world gets into our poresand writes on us lines with the clay ofearth, warmth of sunbite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faceswith…… Read more “Pores”
.:The Game:.
images c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2000 Black & White film 100 One of my black and white photos. Don’t really have a lot of these scanned. And… Read more ".:The Game:."
Oliver Wendell Holmes
-When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetryof words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The author mayarrange…… Read more “Oliver Wendell Holmes”
Killing Clowns
Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, tosully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, andthe essence of words, writing,/ breaks that/ like speech breaks a…… Read more “Killing Clowns”
hovering
I am gluttonous for life and all thingslife. Something, contrary to popular opinion,never comes from something elsebut always rather in some fundamental wayfrom nothing. (hovering over the waters) out…… Read more “hovering”
flying by
stark feathers rise in rows from soil soaked by rain a farmer's windbreak --- --- c. Kate Gough
F.lush
First flush of Spring //// green blooms in the arms of the trees en masse, a cloud of //// minty fresh /////////////// newness — Life wakes one…… Read more “F.lush”
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smoking stacks weary my soul. — — c. Kate Gough Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash
reverberate.verb
I want to reclaim so many words from the INDUSTRIES of today: — Reverberate is a wild, wide, ecstatic word that could cover the earth with waves…… Read more “reverberate.verb”
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Big cigars sticking up out of the Earth. — Cold monuments to a more industrial time. — — c. Kate Gough
Eleanor
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt, This Is My Story 1937 ~ When you cease to make a contribution you… Read more "Eleanor"
Constructed
you're \ \ \ so carefully constructed flaunting what you \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ think they want to see \ \ \… Read more "Constructed"
'my mind wanders, is lost in the nothing of holding off everything.' ~ Kate Gough, 2017
Narkissos
sooty secrets buried in black: bleak as beak. --- windswept wood, wild sweet orange, swan's neck swoops. --- carefully curated, beautiful mind hovers over clear blue sky,… Read more "Narkissos"
blog setup
Blog setup is a real beast. I am having a stab, yet again, at making this thing navigable, but my brain is out to lunch and there's… Read more "blog setup"
Vincent
There are so many people, especially among our comrades, who imagine that words are nothing – on the contrary, isn't it true that saying a thing well… Read more "Vincent"
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