The Kingdom of Boredom

Posted by on Dec 27, 2013 in Michael Simon, Shared Inspirations | One Comment

“Life, friends, is boring.” – Henry [John Berryman’s The Dreamsongs] The fairy tale always ends with the achievement of kingdom, just as Christmas stories end at Christmas, at the height of joy. What comes after, when we’ve gotten what we’ve sought, is a story we abhor, as we know what we have we can’t keep […]

Haiku and Photography by Michael Simon

Posted by on Dec 22, 2013 in Haiku, Michael Simon, Photography | One Comment

Cherry tree Snow floor, tinseled branch Red light shivers

Poetry by Michael Simon

Posted by on Dec 22, 2013 in Michael Simon, Poetry | No Comments

Holiday Cur Sings Ambition has no season. Nor does blessing or curse, two presents we long for and fight against in any season. I have been given a bone with a bow. I carry it into my dark kennel, gnawing away with purpose, with passion. I will not savor it. I will not be sated. […]

Winterlong by the Pixies

“I waited for you, Winterlong You seem to be where I belong. It’s all illusion anyway.” – Neil Young

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes by Emily Dickinson

After great pain a formal feeling comes– The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions–was it He that bore? And yesterday–or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. This is the hour of lead Remembered if […]

Poetry by Michael Simon

Posted by on Dec 6, 2013 in Michael Simon, Photography, Poetry | No Comments

Winter Leaves are memories Trees, unmoved, don’t care ….. ….. Winter Memories leave, displaced Trees are unmoved

The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

Posted by on Dec 5, 2013 in Michael Simon, Poetry, Shared Inspirations | No Comments

  The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any […]

Musical Inspiration from Michael Simon by The The

“Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived In this world even winter ain’t what it seems Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime When the rivers run high & the tears run dry When everything that dies Shall rise.” – The The

A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud

translated by Bertrand Mathieu A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing. One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up. I armed myself against justice. I ran away. O witches, […]

Poetry by Michael Simon

Posted by on Dec 1, 2013 in Drawings, Kimm Kiriako, Michael Simon, Poetry | No Comments

winter (n.) Old English, “fourth season of the year,” from Proto-Germanic *wentruz (cf. Old Frisian, Dutch winter, Old Saxon, Old High German wintar, German winter, Danish and Swedish vinter, Gothic wintrus, Old Norse vetr “winter”), possibly from PIE *wed-/*wod-/*ud- “wet” (see water), or from *wind- “white” (cf. Celtic vindo- “white”). The Anglo-Saxons counted years in […]