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On the 200th birthday of Walt Whitman, we are celebrating Poetry in Motion, which has appeared in NYC subways since 1993, beginning with Whitman’s poem “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”. Bringing Poetry in Motion to a new dimension are the newly launched animations at Penn Station’s New West End Concourse, the first phase of the @moynihantrainhall project, with poetry by Mark Strand and artwork by Carson Fox from her “Blue Sky pursuit” (2009) at the LIRR Seaford station. The poems appear on new digital screens regularly throughout the day and night!
If you haven’t already, check out our new Poetry in Motion guide to see every Poetry in Motion since 2012! http://web.mta.info/mta/aft/poetry/guide.html
Lines for Winter
BY MARK STRAND
for Ros Krauss
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
don't be late :) #markstrandpoetry #markstrand Lumonics is a performance space, gallery, sculpture studio, and art school based in Denver. It is among the first and longest-running light art studios in the US, beginning in 1967. _____ Visit our new #LumonicsGallery Instagram page, devoted to Lumonics art ____ Lumonics Mind Spa: Light Intersection at Understudy Gallery in the Denver Theater District from November 29 to January 30 _____ Lumonics is honored to be selected as the opening exhibit of Meow Wolf Denver‘s Convergence Street Gallery, showcasing the work of light art pioneers Dorothy (1923-2020) and Mel Tanner (1925-1993). The opening is planned for the fall of 2021. (Dorothy had known this before her passing in July) #MeowWolfDenver ______ Lumonics was named one of ten Denver recipients of the #MeowWolf DIY Grant in 2019, used to further the Lumonics School of Light Art. Instructor Marc Billard, co-director of Lumonics, passes on knowledge to the next generation of light artists and anyone wanting to stimulate his/her creativity. 1-session and 4-session classes begin every Saturday. Vocational education classes are also offered. ______ #lumonics #artschool #lumonicsschooloflightart #artwork #denverart #light #lightsculpture #lightart #dorothytanner #sculpture #denverart #makeart #workshops #artclasses #denverartist #imaginationarts #workshop #creativity #instagramartists #collectorart #contemporary_artwork #contemporaryarts #contemporaryartcurators #contemporaryartcollectors (at Lumonics School of Light Art) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIR9JicFySO/?igshid=1n8wffn63aqcj
When you see them tell them I am still here, that I stand on one leg while the other one dreams, that this is the only way, that the lies I tell them are different from the lies I tell myself, that by being both here and beyond I am becoming a horizon, that as the sun rises and sets I know my place, that breath is what saves me, that even the forced syllables of decline are breath, that if the body is a coffin it is also a closet of breath, that breath is a mirror clouded by words, that breath is all that survives the cry for help as it enters the stranger’s ear and stays long after the world is gone, that breath is the beginning again, that from it all resistance falls away, as meaning falls away from life, or darkness fall from light, that breath is what I give them when I send my love. “Breath” by Mark Strand from New Selected Poems #markstrandpoetry #markstrand #moodoftheday #poetrylovers #breathe #breathing #breathless https://www.instagram.com/p/B_FlZ5lAZ-x/?igshid=i6033aspuj29
Violent Storm
Those who have chosen to pass the night Entertaining friends And intimate ideas in the bright, Commodious rooms of dreams Will not feel the slightest tremor Or be wakened by what seems Only a quirk in the dry run Of conventional weather. For them, The long night sweeping over these trees And houses will have been no more than one In a series whose end Only the nervous or morbid consider. But for us, the wide-awake, who tend To believe the worst is always waiting Around the next corner or hiding in the dry, Unsteady branch of a sick tree, debating Whether or not to fell the passerby, It has a sinister air. How we wish we were sunning ourselves In a world of familiar views And fixed conditions, confined By what we know, and able to refuse Entry to the unaccounted for. For now, Deeper and darker than ever, the night unveils Its dubious plans, and the rain Beats down in gales Against the roof. We sit behind Closed windows, bolted doors, Unsure and ill at ease While the loose, untied wind, Making an almost human sound, pours Through the open chambers of the trees. We cannot take ourselves or what belongs To us for granted. No longer the exclusive, Last resorts in which we could unwind, Lounging in easy chairs, Recalling the various wrongs We had been done or spared, our rooms Seem suddenly mixed up in our affairs. We do not feel protected By the walls, nor can we hide Before the duplicating presence Of their mirrors, pretending we are the ones who stare From the other side, collected In the glassy air. A cold we never knew invades our bones. We shake as though the storm were going to hurl us down Against the flat stones Of our lives. All other nights Seem pale compared to this, and the brilliant rise Of morning after morning seems unthinkable. Already now the lights That shared our wakefulness are dimming And the dark brushes against our eyes.
Even this late it happens #markstrand #love #light ___________________________ #lumonics #artschool #lumonicsschooloflightart #art #denver #colorado #school #lightsculpture #light #lightart #wikipedia #dorothytanner #meltanner #sculpture #mindfulness #denverart #artclasses #coloradoinstagram #blackhawk #7healingstars #lovefest (at Lumonics Light & Sound Gallery) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5wyaS6lFGh/?igshid=3enovlear2p3