The Lightest Touch
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
My images don't come if there's any kind of heaviness in my intention. Even referring to 'my work' brings a kind of leadenness.
Even talking of my workspace as my 'studio'.
The heavy weight of the history of art, the heavy weight of the European/American aesthetic, the heavy weight of the contemporary commercial art world, the heavy weight of conceptualism...
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LOVE it! The idea of lightness being energizing, mobilising. Ahhh! It's made me feel all floaty.
ReplyDeleteHa! Fantastic.
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