#siv cedering

[brianwebweaving]

“rock me now in your gentle healing hands” - elton john, healing hands

// never love an anchor (the crane wives) // mona lisa (leonardo da vinci) // hands (jewel) // robert mapplethorpe // i'll give you the sun (jandy nelson) // portriat of a young man (bronzino) // these hands (johnny cash) // portrait of a young man (botticelli) // hands (siv cedering) // arnolfini portrait (jan van eyck) //

[theshatterednotes]

Siv Cedering

[wordtheatre-la]

"Silence has so many voices" - Siv Cedering Fox Today marks what would have been the 77th birthday of poet, author, and artist Siv Cedering, mother of WordTheatres's founder and artistic director Cedering Fox. Siv Cedering was born and raised in Sweden. She came to this country with our Cedering in her belly. Winner of the National Book Award in Sweden for her novel ”Playing in the Pig House”, which was made into an Oscar nominated film starring Stellan Skarsgard, Siv wrote all her poetry in English. She published 18 books of poetry, and her poems have appeared in over 200 anthologies, textbooks, and magazines. To this day, her work continues to inspire and bring joy to future generations of writers and poets. Featured is original artwork by Siv Cedering Fox

[cinaed]

You look for a likeness in the faces of strangers. You search for kinship in books. You look at maps that can show you the way.

from The Changeling by Siv Cedering 

[allyourprettywords]

"Suppose," Siv Cedering

Suppose I were as clever as a bird and the words for what I am could be contained in one precise song, repeated, repeated while each jubilant phrase spells it all in variations too refined for the human ear Or that the song has not yet been found but waits inside me like the long note that sounds when a blade of grass is placed between the thumbs and blown It could be that the place my words are looking for will turn out to be so small that there will be room for nothing but silence or an ocean so large some waves will never reach the sound of the shore

[crashinglybeautiful]

The Visitor

If you open the door some evening and there is nobody there, don't be alarmed. You heard the bell and steps on the stair. Let the emptiness enter. Make room on the couch. Hang her coat on a chair. Move the roses away from her face. There is a reason she has come and she will tell you. There is a reason you opened the door.

- Siv Cedering