my brain bends bars of light with aplomb, shifting universe a simple excercise in relativity; no excuse for helplessness c. Kate Gough
making art: metaphor, metamorphosis, metastasis, m e a n i n g c. Kate Gough
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”
The Greek Spirit: For the Greeks only *watch* the objects of Nature, and form *surmises* respecting them; inquiring, in the depths of their souls, for the hidden… Read more "On Greek Spirit, Hegel"
The world gets into our pores and writes on us lines with the clay of earth, warmth of sun bite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy…… Read more “Pores”
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:."
– When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The…… Read more “Oliver Wendell Holmes”
Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, to sully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, and the essence of words, writing, / breaks that /…… Read more “Killing Clowns”
I am gluttonous for life and all things life. — Something, /////// contrary to popular opinion, never comes from something else but always rather ///////// in some…… Read more “hovering”
stark feathers rise in rows from soil soaked by rain a farmer's windbreak --- --- c. Kate Gough
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”
smoking stacks weary my soul. — — c. Kate Gough
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”
Big cigars sticking up out of the Earth. — Cold monuments to a more industrial time. — — c. Kate Gough
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"
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
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"