Robin Hawke

June 15, 2011, 1:15 PM
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Her prayer was scarcely finished when she feels

a torpor take possession of her limbs —

her supple trunk is girdled with a thin

layer of fine bark over her smooth skin;

her hair turns into foliage, her arms

grow into branches, sluggish roots adhere

to feet that were recently so swift,

her head becomes the summit of a tree;

all that remains of her is a warm glow.

   Loving her still, the god puts his right hand

against the trunk, and even now can feel

her heart as it beats under the new bark…


June 13, 2011, 4:05 PM
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I often come across a phrase or quote that will last in my head for more than a couple of days. This one has kept me company for years:

The cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.

—Isak Dinesen

I’m not sure if I read the following, or if I heard it on television; these ordinary words passed me by when I was not quite a stranger to them, but, surreptitiously, they followed me and now they stake-out my thoughts.

What are you waiting for?


Added note:

It turns out that the words that I wrote to memory have been paraphrased:

“Do you know a cure for me?” “Why yes,” he said, “I know a cure for everything. Salt water.” “Salt water?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said, “in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”  The Deluge of Nordenay, one of Seven Gothic Tales by Isak Dinesen

June 12, 2011, 12:24 PM
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Many years ago, a then-friend and I had an argument; it may have forecast our future split. We disagreed about need.

Artists (I’m including writers) often feel a desperate need to work. My friend was a dancer; she wouldn’t be able to live if she couldn’t dance—I love it that much.

Nonsense. If a car ran over your legs, you’d find something else to do. I was practical and hopeful. But the argument stretched into the night. I advocated transferring skills and she insisted her genius was bound to a wooden or marley floor. Romantic and desperate, I hoped she was never forced to change her identity. Our meal together was awkward and silent. I didn’t understand her restraints.

I wonder why her identity was so rigid and why this attitude chokes up great lovers and great artists. If he dies, I can’t live. Desperate and romantic, singular love is deceptively pure. Artists are greater than their craft. They must be—to deliver worth. People are greater than one love. They must be—to love one person so deeply.

Las Vegas Week—So You Think You Can Dance
June 10, 2011, 3:36 PM
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This week must be more grueling for the participants than I can even imagine. Each day there are cut-throat auditions and new material. And each dancer must notice the other 150+ contestants to see a huge quantity of quality. The stress is extraordinary. How do you measure your worth against so many excellent others?

As the versatility of the dancers is measured by the judges, the numbers of contestants dwindle. Dancers who thrill me are let go in favor of other dancers. I understand the reasoning. As soon as I see a bent arm by a ballroom dancer in contemporary, or a beat missed by a jazzer in hip-hop, I know their chances slim to nothing. My heart aches for all of those hours they have perfected their craft, the devotion that brought them to Las Vegas.

Value is placed on those most adaptable. This creates a difficulty for some truly great dancers. As artistry matures it often becomes less supple. These dancers should not question their musicality, their coordination or their ability. To cloak themselves in an entirely new style in the time it takes to learn choreography–that’s the skill of chameleons, no less wonderful, but perhaps more promiscuous with their time.

Good or Bad
June 8, 2011, 3:52 PM
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Nothing beats the love of a good woman, but the affections of a naughty one are a close second.

I couldn’t find a source for this quotation on google–if anyone knows where it came from, drop me a line! And what is the love of a bad woman like?

Emotional Intelligence
June 7, 2011, 7:21 PM
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When we are in the midst of overwhelming feelings, intense grief for example, we seek peace, a restful state. So, why is it that men and women abandon one another to search for love, intense and overwhelming love, when their relationship settles into a blissful peace?

When We Have Loved…
June 6, 2011, 9:16 PM
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When we have loved, my love,
Panting and pale from love,
Then from your cheeks, my love,
Scent of the sweat I love:
And when our bodies love
Now to relax in love
After the stress of love,
Ever still more I love
Our mingled breath of love.

—From the Sanskrit