Should stolen silver wings make soft
cutting of glass and steel...
Should thumbs of clouds smudged red and gold
stop watchful gulls mid-dial...
Should broad-shouldered blue shed brave skin,
then feverish crumple...
Should there ever be a morning
when grey snow falls on warm
September sidewalks, and brings us
no damp or cool
relief,
but the burning
silence of five thousand throats... how
could I write that canvas?
This is a poem I'm working on as a companion piece to a painting by my friend George Kokines, which we hope will get exhibited as part of an installation this September 11.
8 comments:
There's a nice flow to this and I like the "should" repetition. My favorite part is the last line "how could I write that canvas," because there's lots of ways to take that, not only as you writing about a piece of canvas, but as a more metaphorical theme about mixing art styles and media to create something altogether new.
it's quite frightening; I hope we'll see the painting to go with it.
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This poem is full of great visuals and sounds. Very frightfull.
I really like Kokines' work too. Good luck with the installation.
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@Chris Thanks! I think such mixed media can be very powerful, especially with the right collaborators. I hope this one works out.
@lhw Once George is finished with the piece (and ok with the poem), I'll try to post an image.
@Jenny Thanks... now I have to work on a piece to go with jb's photos.
this has captured the essence of the event so impressively...
the image of snow and the contrast it creates is masterly done!
this is lovely; the word choices and letter sounds make the whole reading ( and reflecting ) experience quite compelling.
@hb The event had such a surreal quality that the visuals came to me pretty quickly.
@harlequin I appreciate the feedback. It looks like I'll be reading this piece and two others at the exhibit of the piece that inspired it.
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