monochroma...

lake barrine

lake barrine

clamshell falls

clamshell falls

clamshell falls

old yarrabah cemetery

old yarrabah cemetery

mangroves - yarrabah

mission bay - yarrabah

mission bay - yarrabah

standing on black burnt earth - yarrabah

sigh... twombly - fare thee well...

Cy Twombly Untitled 1983

sigh...

twombly - 

fare thee well 

exhaling your last breath 

from your beloved city

R O M A

immortal now

your story 

joins those whom you painted


sigh... we shall
never know 
another Twombly...

of that which remains

every smudge, scratch, stroke,

gesture, drip

so immediate, so visceral 

you will never be far

and i will be forever haunted 

... happily

Cy Twombly Analyis of the Rose as Sentimental Despair [Part III] 1985 

But because truly, being here is so much; 

because everything here apparently needs us, 

this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us.

Us, the most fleeting of all.

Once for each thing.

Just once; no more.

And we too, just once.

And never again.  

But to have been this once, completely , even if only once:

to have been at one with the earth, 

seems beyond undoing.

Rilke the Duino Elegies [excerpt from the Ninth Elegy] 

Cy Twombly Coronation of Sesotris [Panel 8] 2000

Dawn points, and another day

Prepares for heat and silence.  Out at sea the dawn wind 

Wrinkles and slides.  I am here

Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning. 

TS Elliot Four Quartets [East Coker II]