by Tim Girvin | Apr 10, 2005 | Writings
The Symbolism of Archery The marksman hitteth the mark partly by pulling, partly by letting go. -Egyptian proverb — In any reaching I pull inwards, I let go, outwards. In a relationship, with another, my personal drawings pull this person to me — then,...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 14, 2005 | Writings
A remembrance: Matthew Girvin — I’ve lit them before, six candles on six folds of stone, rocks standing like a mongolian marker, visited by pilgrims each casting his stony, amuletic lot. Say a prayer and circle the cairns, the ovoo, the menhir, the...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 11, 2005 | Writings
There is a moment when I’m feeling that intensity of things being — somehow: right; and the indwelling of spirit, that enthusiasm — the en theos, in god, is there. But, to the realm of controlling destinies I don’t know if it is there, this...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 12, 2004 | Writings
The sun is running out to me, like a glinting, rolling skin across salt water; it’s clear now, thousands of blades, shimmering. The books on my shelves, whiten under this brilliance. All greys now, their spines, like bones on the beach. — On stones, I draw...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 7, 2004 | Writings
There’s a cat here this morning, who is always speaking to me of her need to be attended to; she’s got many stories to tell, every morning — this, that, the other. I listen and look at her, when she’s telling me these stories. It’s pretty...
