writing - sometimes invisible
the league of imaginary voices
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also is the sun.
Beautiful, also are the souls of my people.
[Langston Hughes]
on a street in San Marco, Venice
Another condo-dweller, whom we know well, invited us to her place for wine and cheese and to meet her new neighbours. The five of us instantly clicked and the conversation eventually took on a literary tenor. How wonderful! We decided to meet once a month. I'm getting things going with this picture and poem.
the league of imaginary voices
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also is the sun.
Beautiful, also are the souls of my people.
[Langston Hughes]
on a street in San Marco, Venice
Another condo-dweller, whom we know well, invited us to her place for wine and cheese and to meet her new neighbours. The five of us instantly clicked and the conversation eventually took on a literary tenor. How wonderful! We decided to meet once a month. I'm getting things going with this picture and poem.