Friday Flowers: Marguerite Daisies

Argyranthemum Frutescens: Marguerite Daisies

World's Bliss
(By Alice Notley)

The men & women sang & played
they sleep by singing, what
shall I say of the most
poignant on earth the most glamorous
loneliest sought after people
those poets wholly beautiful
desolate aureate, death is a
powerful instinctive emotion—
but who would be released from
a silver skeleton? gems
& drinking cups—This
skull is Helen—who would not
be released from the
Book of Knowledge? Why
should a maiden lie on a moor
for seven nights & a day? And
he is a maiden, he is & she
on the grass the flower the spray
where they lie eating primroses
grown crazy with sorrow & all
the beauties of old—oh each poet's a
beautiful human girl who must die.


Well, I haven't much to say tonight. It's been a long week and I'm quite happy to see it come to an end. It may be 420 today, but, since I don't partake, I'll have to get my high off of good poetry. ;-)

Alice Notley brings the bliss of beautiful words, imaginative vision, and engaging concepts. Now, if only we could find a way to make brownies out of her poems. . .

Argyranthemum Frutescens: Marguerite Daisies

As for the Marguerites, I figured two consecutive weeks of daisies would be a nice way to celebrate a bright April. Anyways, they certainly are a lovely bunch.

Friday Flowers: Waiting for African Daisies

Osteospermum Ecklonis: African Daisy

"It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflexion, or else he slinks away into the depths of the tickets. But that is not the question. What we are doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come ---"

Well, Samuel Beckett isn't famous for his poetry, but a poet he was nevertheless. I could have posted a poem, but I couldn't pass on a quote from Waiting for Godot. And, although he wrote many fine works of literature, this is the piece that put him up among the All-Time Greats.

And that's an appropriate way in which to celebrate his birth date, April 13, 1906.

Osteospermum Ecklonis: Tradewinds Purple

And what of the African daisies? Well, I've been meaning to post them for quite a long time now, but time keeps on sliding by, leaving me waiting and waiting for the proper situation in which to share them with you. It seemed the Beckett's birth date was a fine time to stop waiting. ;-)