bittersweet
hope tinged with sadness
lonely cup of coffee with Hopper’s Nighthawks
searching for something; wishing to share
rounded body of all things in one
painting
rough and smooth
wet and dry
loosing yourself in the the act, life emerges
rounded body of all things in one
“things that gave way entered unyielding masses,
heaviness fell into things that had no weight.”
From Ovid’s TheMetamorphoses, Book I, translated by Horace Gregory
Written listening to Thelonious Monk and Gerry Mulligan play Round Midnight on Mulligan Meets Monk recorded in New York City; August 12 – 13, 1957
