Kathleen C Cooper.
treatment/window/of opportunity (2012)
Welded steel and copper wire.
This is the time of year when the starlings flock.
I can’t help but inspire deeply and quickly
with quickened heart, and smile
when they are wakening in the morning,
firing from their eaves
or whatever lodgings they’d been hiding in,
waiting to ambush our very existence at first light
loudly – insistently – rousing each other and
anyone lucky enough to have an open window, able to enjoy the event with
a morning coffee.
But I love it best when
starlings flock at dusk,
when the crescent moon reclines and
the sky comes into lavender blue perfection – the hue
of periwinkles and heliotropes.
Singing, they flock and gather… a blanket of dreams o’er a cloth of day’s tales,
a thrilling signal that all should hurry
home for nightfall –
hurry home to loved ones and favorite places.
Evening, now, goodnight.
-kathleen c cooper. october 1, 2012
west side market
dozens of cookies
citrus (not fratelli da bufalo)
eating – shopping – baking – eating again with different people
it’s all about the food.
Of Richard Serra’s massive steel sculptures, I’ve visited Toqued Ellipses at the DIA in Beacon, NY, The Matter of Time at the fabulous Guggenheim in Bilbao, Spain and Five Plates, Two Poles in Washington DC at the National Gallery of Art.
My personal favorites are the immense curved structures in and through which a visitor can walk, thus becoming a part of the installation.
Here is my tiny sculpture (8 x 9 x 8 cm). (A bit of whimsy – the little people in and around the sculpture – we are always getting mail for the misspelled Copper Family.)
a trip to the car-wash
ensured a fabulous rainy day.
everything is rinsed super clean –
the trees of their pollen and my car of it’s super-duper-triple-even the undercarriage-clearcoat.
Sculpture: self-portrait (2010/2011)
Kathleen C Cooper
Welded steel, copper wire, ribbon. 30″ x 38″ x 9″
I have a habit
of playing the piano
while I am cooking.
Springtime in an Old House
What started as a trickle
seeping from an unnoticed crack,
when winter snows were warming
and rain-soaked skies were coming,
found a flow-line in my basement,
towards a sump-pump, often fickle,
in a corner towards the back.
A fountain-pool of tinkling droplets
quietly collected as I slept.
Soon spring gathered volume and velocity;
by night, its sources gained variety.
Now in my boots and with my broom,
and frantic tinkering with the float,
I’m sweeping water from a moat.
April 17 , 1996 (Revised 4/02/12)
and the ordinary ordinary
Beauty as 40 Day Spiritual Discipline
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