OT ~ Welcome to Saturday!
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
in cool touches
from hand dug wells.
Good morning good people,
It begins in blindness: taste of invisible ink;
black mouthful of discreet syllables,
punishable. Shrouded in touch, at the shut
wooden door of the visible world.
In tutelage I told a static time with my fingertip—
miniature clock, ideogram of itself—then traced
the profile of Victoria (undistinguished,
dough-chinned). Learned tracery, griffonage.
This was not the only language.
Amongst ourselves: Pins in the Pincushion,
the Lexicon of Notched Sticks, Glass and Wooden
Beads on String. A Tactile Library.
Then explosion: pin-type primer and wire stylus.
I was the least reluctant. The index finger never blinks,
is filmed only by labor's callus. File it down.
(In secret I read with a genteel tongue.)
The Stippled Alphabet, poked up as if
with threadless needle, regular as lace,
was bound into this new word, BOOK.
My embossed illumination. Still I do not see—
Were it not for curiosity I would as lief
have long arms. My hands, I think,
would inform me better of what is doing
in the moon than your eyes, your telescopes.
On the Invention of Braille
~ Elizabeth Grainger
My house is mine:
the choice of menu,
the radio and television,
the unpolished floors,
the rumpled sheets.
It’s like being inside
a rolltop desk. I have
no maid who takes care
of me. Sometimes,
I speak French with
a taxidermied wren.
There is no debt
between us. We listen
to language tapes:
Viens-tu du ciel profond (Baudelaire)?
Always, I hear a little oratorio
inside my head. Moths
have carried away my carpets,
like invisible pallbearers.
I like invisibleness,
except in the moon’s strong,
broad rays. Some nights,
I ask her paleness, Will I be okay?
I am weak and fruitless at night,
like a piece of meat with eyes,
but in the morning optimistic again,
like a snowflake that has traveled
many miles and many years
to be admired on the kitchen pane.
Alone, I guzzle
and litter and urinate
and shout. Please do not
wake me from this dream,
making meals from discrete
objects—a sweet potato,
a jar of marmalade,
a bottle of sauvignon blanc.
Today, I saw a sign
in majuscule for free dirt
and thought, We all have
chapters we’d rather keep
unpublished, in which we
get down with the swirl.
The little wren perched on my
finger weighs almost nothing,
just nails and beak. But it
gives me tiny moments—
here at my kitchen table—
like a diaphanous chorus
about love, or the haze
of love, a haze that makes
me squint-eyed and sick
if I think too much about it.
What am I but this flensed
syntax, sight and sound,
in which my heart, not
insulated yet, makes
ripple effects down the line?
~ Henri Cole
Today, museums are being used for another use: therapy.
The Royal Ontario Museum (or ROM, as Torontonians refer to to the city’s landmark) has recently started offering free admission to those bearing a doctor’s or medical worker’s prescription or referral.
The concept is being promoted as part of a one-year pilot project from the Ontario Ministry of Health and Long-Term Care’s Alliance for Healthier Communities. Dr. Kate Mulligan of the Alliance for Healthier Communities told The CBC that the idea of social prescriptions is based on efforts in the UK, where similar non-medical interventions have helped shift some issues to community support workers.
In Montreal, a recent partnership between physician members of the Médecins francophones du Canada (MFdC) and the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts allows doctors to prescribe museum visits as part of treatment. “The MMFA-MFdC Museum Prescriptions program is a new treatment tool that makes museum visits accessible to thousands of patients suffering from a variety of physical and mental health problems,” reads a statement on the MMFA’s website. “By offering free admission to a safe, welcoming place, a relaxing, revitalizing experience, a moment of respite, and an opportunity to strengthen ties with loved ones, MMFA-MFdC Museum Prescriptions contribute to the patient’s well-being and recovery.” The museum even dedicates specific areas to art therapy, as well as offering a medical consultation room. https://www.forbes.com/sites/lesliewu/2018/12/30/museums-are-entering-th...
Today's photo: The Royal Ontario Museum
Wherever you are, hoping you've a marvelous day.