The garden I walk through this Columbus Day morning is Cezanne’s Vase de Fleurs.  Its corridors and hedgerows, its flowering trelis and mossy banks, and fragrant shadows provide my autumn refuge.

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue, and from the outshirts of a city named to commemorate his oceanic leap into the unknown, I write near the District of Columbia.  I wander paths planted and pruned by nineteenth century French transplanted Cezanne on this day of Our Lord, October Tenth, Two Thousand Eleven in the U.S.A.

Just me and my handy dandy ball point pen.  Five hundred and nineteen years later, bringing various fellows named Paul along for the ride since “time is not linear.”


10 thoughts on “New and Old Worlds

  1. Aletha,

    Time may not be linear but your wonderful marks on paper certainly are! Love your drawings — inspires me to do more with pen and pencil.

    Thanks for your blog. I’m enjoying it very much.

    Ellie Harold

  2. Howdy Bill! Long time no see! — you should go out and draw trees and if you do, please let me know about it as I am certain that they’ll be wonderful trees. Aletha

  3. Gabe, I’d be curious to hear more about how you first learned of Paul’s work. As the synchronicity — he seems to have had a deep insight into time — for sure. AK

  4. Ben, how prescient of you. I suspect that there is a woman in the Cezanne painting, hidden as it were. He was very shy. But she is there, indirectly. Aletha

  5. I stumbled upon gingatao because of reading the blog Another Lost Shark (Graham Nunn – a Brisbane-based poet who organises poetry readings – Paul used to go to the readings called Speedpoets) – I found Graham’s blog via a google search of poetry and Brisbane – haha. Paul used to comment on Another Lost Shark all the time – so I followed his link – I thought his name sounded ‘famous’ so worth a look at 😉 – that is how it all began Aletha.

  6. It is strange, isn’t it Gabe, the idle twists and turns that lead into amazing discoveries. And Graham Nunn, I recognize his name, still comments at your blog. Paul had found me, in my case; I would have never dreamed of looking for modern poets. I had read poetry as an English major — ages ago — and enjoyed it and had known about a few local writers here in the DC area. But poetry was really off the radar for me. Then one day there was Paul’s comment. I think he must have been searching deeply in the internet for things that interested him. He made such creative use of the internet himself, of course, in his writing and its “dimensionality.”

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