Pulling out the chair
Beneath your mind
And watching you fall upon God-
There is nothing else for Hafiz to do
That is any fun in this world!
--Shams-ud-din Mohammed Hafiz,
Muslim mystic (1320-89)
Friday, August 1, 2008
#29 Die Sonette an Orpheus: Zweiter Teil by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Stiller Freund der vielen Fernen, fuehle,
vie dein Atem noch den Raum vermerht.
Im Gebaelk der finstern Glockenstuehle
lass dich laeuten. Das, Was an dir zehrt,
wird ein Starkes ueber dieser Nahrung.
Geh in der Verwandlung aus und ein.
Was ist deine leidendste Erfahrung?
Ist dir Trinken bitter, werde Wein.
Sei in dieser Nacht aus Uebermass
Zauberkraft am Kreuzweg deiner Sinne,
ihrer seltsamen Begegnung Sinn.
Und wenn dich das Irdische vergass,
zu der stillen Erde sag: Ich rinne.
Zu dem rashen Wasser sprich: Ich bin.
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The Sonnets to Orpheus: Second Series
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Silent friend of many distances,
feel how your breath is still expanding space.
Let yourself peal among the beams
of dark belfries. Whatever preys
on you will grow strong from this nourishment.
Know transformation through and through.
What experience has been most painful to you?
If the drinking's bitter, turn to wine.
In this vast night, be the magic power
at your senses' intersection,
the meaning of their strange encounter.
And if the earthly has forgotten
you, say to the still earth: I flow.
To the rushing water speak: I am.
--Translated by A. Poulin, Jr.
Stiller Freund der vielen Fernen, fuehle,
vie dein Atem noch den Raum vermerht.
Im Gebaelk der finstern Glockenstuehle
lass dich laeuten. Das, Was an dir zehrt,
wird ein Starkes ueber dieser Nahrung.
Geh in der Verwandlung aus und ein.
Was ist deine leidendste Erfahrung?
Ist dir Trinken bitter, werde Wein.
Sei in dieser Nacht aus Uebermass
Zauberkraft am Kreuzweg deiner Sinne,
ihrer seltsamen Begegnung Sinn.
Und wenn dich das Irdische vergass,
zu der stillen Erde sag: Ich rinne.
Zu dem rashen Wasser sprich: Ich bin.
29
The Sonnets to Orpheus: Second Series
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Silent friend of many distances,
feel how your breath is still expanding space.
Let yourself peal among the beams
of dark belfries. Whatever preys
on you will grow strong from this nourishment.
Know transformation through and through.
What experience has been most painful to you?
If the drinking's bitter, turn to wine.
In this vast night, be the magic power
at your senses' intersection,
the meaning of their strange encounter.
And if the earthly has forgotten
you, say to the still earth: I flow.
To the rushing water speak: I am.
--Translated by A. Poulin, Jr.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Bleend
When We're Not Looking..." is an exhibit of paintings and drawings on un-stretched canvas and brown paper. The canvases are back lit, creating a luminous experience for the viewer. These canvases also hang on the wall in a special way developed by the artist. They remain un-stretched and therefore flexible and mobile, retaining a connection with art made thousands of years ago on animal hides.
Kerkhoff uses various mediums: acrylic, gesso, pastel, oil pastel, ink, graphite, white-out. Poems by various poets the artist likes are also placed beside the works of art. It is a way of having a conversation sort of like fulfilling the artists's desire to sit down and share a drink with these poets.
He explores the unkempt experience of creation, the process, the interactions and relationships that develop over time. He believes art can reveal our prejudices, illusions, and the box-like structures that our perceptions can inhabit. It is a humbling experience.
He is learning that we can make breakthroughs when we stay and remain looking and relating with that which we can not easily identify and label. And also stay and remain looking and relating with that which we all too easily identify and label. If we stay open, something unexpected happens. Something is created and there is change. This experience can happen while looking at a painting over time. This is one of the reasons he paints.
"I often see through things right to the apparition itself." --Grace Paley
Kerkhoff uses various mediums: acrylic, gesso, pastel, oil pastel, ink, graphite, white-out. Poems by various poets the artist likes are also placed beside the works of art. It is a way of having a conversation sort of like fulfilling the artists's desire to sit down and share a drink with these poets.
He explores the unkempt experience of creation, the process, the interactions and relationships that develop over time. He believes art can reveal our prejudices, illusions, and the box-like structures that our perceptions can inhabit. It is a humbling experience.
He is learning that we can make breakthroughs when we stay and remain looking and relating with that which we can not easily identify and label. And also stay and remain looking and relating with that which we all too easily identify and label. If we stay open, something unexpected happens. Something is created and there is change. This experience can happen while looking at a painting over time. This is one of the reasons he paints.
"I often see through things right to the apparition itself." --Grace Paley
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
When Were Not Looking... The Warren Art Show, Minneapolis, MN, March, 2008
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"When We're Not Looking..."
by Daniel Kerkhoff
The dots aren't connected.
It's untidy, unkempt, with rough edges,
a sketch, dirty and simple,
many unknowns,
We, us, ourselves, all of us,
wrinkled, overlooked,
mysteries, dismissed.
Loved, cracked, wounded,
imperfect, creations, mislabeled,
unfinished, in space.
Noticed, unnoticed,
apparitions.
What is it?
What is it?
It, is itself,
Meaning, understanding,
Meaning, standing under,
Standing with.
Looking.
It, takes time.
Real looking, takes
more time than we...
We think we have,
when we're not looking...
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
BlueHeron-DanielKerkhoff
My parents live on 60 acres of CRP land along the Maple River, 2 miles from Good Thunder in Blue Earth County, Minnesota. Surrounded by pig farms and turkey farms, it is valleys and little prairies of Switch Grass, home and resting place for white-tailed deer, beaver, fox, coyotes, wild turkeys, rabbits, squirrels, red tailed hawks, bald eagles, pheasants, raccoons, ducks, finches, crows, pilliated wood peckers, the blue heron, and many others. I walk this land and I feel reconnected and thankful.
Bekkon- by Daniel Kerkhoff
...a process of beckoning and listening, listening and beckoning. Beckoning to what's more, out there, more than right here, beckoning to just this. Sometimes a scream,a calling out, a grope, opening, silence and stillness, the process of rising up, calling forth, the desire to hear and then listen...
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