More on: body

The body that gives poetry. The body that picks up the brush or tackles the clay or sets its hand to write a poem. If, at Image, our imagination is nourished by God incarnate, we are also nourished by a body given.

Let me be clear: I desire you / as a body desires a body. As a fern / / bends toward the window, night & day.

a dream that repeated: to find the good / you must uproot the pain

An artist’s role is to awaken all senses so that we are truly alive and active… Physical connection, especially in the performing arts, is essential for creation.

the body learns to move / like a painter / seeing the unseen.

Katherine Mooney Brooks on art, illness, and the failures of the body

Our society is grappling with a soul-sickness that is ultimately an infection of our imagination. An election may address symptoms, but how do we treat the underlying disease? How to heal the imagination? Perhaps this is what the arts are for.

Prayer is silence, / spirit-bones and soul-blood fluctuant as breath.

days like my lost eyelashes, 
just dry leaves curled there and here,  

I made you a promise I intended to keep:
I will cover my body; I will keep your words near
like the pearl at the curve of my ear.