About aperture

Living on the island state of Tasmania, Australia. Narrating life through poetry and photography.

Pre-loved. Re-purposed.

Posted on July 12, 2015 by aperture

Fleeting, fragile / Hand made clay / vessel overflowing / temporal decay

I’ve laid bare all the fault lines

The cracks in the glaze

Dents of time, shards re-assembled

Re-fired, hand painted and saved.

From far away each seems whole

The fault lines form

An intricate filagree pattern

As if from an Artists’ hand.

Closer seen weakness revealed

No longer a pedastal piece in museum

A working vessel, much used and loved

Content seeps out slowly, replenished from above.

Raku pottery image source

We are often asked if we can refire a broken pot or a statue and make it “perfect” again. A potter simply cannot refire a pot and make it whole again. (Source)

#1870

Posted on July 6, 2015 by aperture

Coffee With Noor

The skeletons
in my closet
rattle most loudly
when I beg to
shut them out.

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Wellspring

Image

Our lives are like a bottomless well

From which I yield buckets of

Inspiration.

I would never utter an unkind word

For fear of poisoning the source

My only hope is that I give

As much in return

Or at least not run it dry

For if I did

I would humbly say

Goodbye.

– that woman

Image source – Hamilton Springs Texas

Coal River Valley

Posted on July 4, 2015 by aperture

cold dark hard stone / compressed ages / crazy love / diamond shine.

Piled dry parched / under barren sky / delinquint spark rests / beside ignite.

Illuminable reside / rest surrender / hide.

Fuel pile high / heavy dry / coerce embers / elated fly.

Buried ash Wednesday / live breathe / fanned funneled / exalted hearth high.

Relentless Westerly / battered antique bones / breathe weary / rugged stone hill.

Shines its testament / from stain glass sill / to living room throne / cast iron will.

Αββα

Posted on July 4, 2015 by aperture

Whatever you want me to do or say, I will do it… just say the Word.

בת daughter

#1866

Posted on July 4, 2015 by aperture

Coffee With Noor

Discover
companionship
within yourself
before knocking on
the locked doors
of vacant homes.

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“… here is one day from his life, a day in every respect like all his other days, and from it let the reader form his own opinion as to his character and the way in which his life corresponded with the beauty of his environment.”

– Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls.

Picture of St Luke’s Anglican cemetary overlooking Richmond Village, Tasmania.

I Almost Knew Him

Posted on July 3, 2015 by aperture

I Almost Knew Him.

By John White, Double U Poet

A Tender Point

Posted on June 30, 2015 by aperture

“A pointed word, once it is spoken or written, cannot be cut away with an axe.”

– Nikolai Gogol in Dead Souls

Alive

Posted on June 28, 2015 by aperture

“I like birthdays. I like them more for other people, but I’m glad we celebrate them. At the heart of it is the opportunity to tell someone “I’m glad that you were born,” which is also to say “I’m glad that you’re alive.” Those are powerful statements. The world would be a different place if we lived that way, if we said and expressed these things, more than once a year.”

– jamie tworkowski If You Feel Too Much (TWLOHA)