Chris in საქართველო

I guess it’s been a good while since I last posted, but I haven’t felt too inspired to put down thoughts or catalogue events recently. I’ve found a nice routine both in my days and within the weeks, sewing or drawing to podcasts & movies during the week, Tbilisi on the weekends, and somehow time keeps flowing by. The snow is mostly melted and we’ve had some warm days- but most of the time it’s still cold enough to merit many layers in the school.

A couple weeks back my friend Tim and I rode the marshutka into the capital early in the morning. The other day he gave me a poem that he wrote for me. A poem is a really nice gift, special. While my reflections aren’t many, life is good and I thought I’d share that poem and some pictures from the last month or so (gza means road or path in Georgian).

Gza

Riding east at sunrise

Eyes crack, open to day.

Will rises. Cold air smites and stirs

Incharging vigour, present-joy-future-lust

Life’s thread glows starlike.

Journey. A friend stops to climb in

Purple-dark asked what it cannot refuse

By yellow-red rays. Snowgimmer.

Wheels not soft now slow brush earth

Those forgetting. Voices open time

Life what how it was noticed thinkings

Yes, babble in restless spreading tongue.

Visions dreams, laughter, spirits share.

Polychromatical hues very fantastical ooze light, light of light

Hills cracks, heaven-windows opens

Grandeur from ours. Daybreak’s cows

Luminous brown steppes rolling; gorge-fortress, the universe

Riding: which diverges momented together.

Whereto you ride

Whence you glance again skyward and glory

May it the way ahead be for you

Fair-coloured always, full of wakening light.

-T.C.M.

At Temo’s birthday supra. At every supra there is a large number of small plates, and then still more are brought out. It soon becomes a balancing act as space on the table runs out.