9 posts tagged “art”
It is a myth that ghosts are insensitive.
Behind every closed door
You slashed your wrists
To birth a witch.
Love is
Blood sacrifice,
A lineage of lies,
Constructions of smoke
Destruction of mirrors,
Seven times
Seven years of bad luck -
Regretted invocations
And dizzy spells
Abracadabra!
I am become,
Anathema.
Behind every closed door
I discover a shroud of shadows
Hand stitched by an absent mother.
It is a myth that ghosts have better things to do.
I visit barren rooms,
And find sewing kits
For the sewing on of shadows,
Empty bottles drained
Of forgetting, well read copies of,
The Art of War.
I feel –
I feel the bones of things
I feel –
The skeletal rattle of disapproval,
The intensity of unblinking judgment,
The sour breath of endings.
It is a myth that ghosts forgive.
The doors are tests, of loyalty
Far greater than a curious daughter
And her mouthful of keys
Are these, bones of things.
Think ... "inside the work" ..... "outside the work"....
Sometimes, when no one is looking, she looks
Disjointed, fingers carefully contemplate
Braille sensitive fault lines.
Like milk, bruises have been spilt.
This is called, tripping.
Other times, savage eyes sneak, split, soar
Upward seeking the strings, puppetry -
A real puppet, discovering 'just a girl'.
The eyes know, the time for action is spent.
Still, the eyes will be the last to leave.
Yesterday, from the distance of dissimilitude
She shrunk, more beige than usual.
Today she is wallpaper.
Neighbors diagnose the problem
from behind their blinds:
She is stupefied, frigid, narcotized -
A cold fish, sinking
A swell suited guy.
No one calls her the Wife Beater's, wife.
No one has her number.
To be seen
We go
Underneath, beneath,
Far below the dirt –
Where we eat
Modest deaths and great worms
And forget there was -
Choice.
We’re all insomniacs down here
Sharing the shameful bareness
Of our open heart surgeries,
Embellished by scalpel scars
(And other tools)
Of yesterday’s bruises –
Seen the way you never can
By light of day.
Cunningly defenseless
We woo it
Abuse it
Sometimes lose it
Strip like whores
Concealing nothing
Wanting something -
Naked.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
Richard Rosen
I do not trade in
Beginnings middles ends
Such trinkets lurk or linger
Elsewhere. Find them for
Yourself.
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The room at the end of it,
Is a forest, certainly. Sentinels
live there, who long for my skin
And carve their initials upon it.
Like a miracle, I am made visible.
Afternoon light is perfect for reading
White rooms, which are dead, quiet
But whisper like haunting like
Memories like time like pages
Like you Like I could ever forget.
I sleepwalk through another room.
On a starless night, the snow is
Endless, the sky unforgiving.
Desire freezes upon my cheeks
The way tears do.
This room, pulses with probabilities
Call it ours Call it home Call it like it is
The radiator is on the fritz.
Like blood now and then,
We go cold.
"The wildish woman can pretend to live 'an ordinary life" while gritting her teeth, but there is always a price to pay."
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With The Wolves
There is no ambivalence
I wrap the blindfold round -
swathe the cage
so the birds cease singing.
This... shrouding
is necessary.
It is imperative.
Mine are eyes who chatter
too much. Too much!
I must sleep,
I am very tired -
even my bones yawn.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With The Wolves
There is no ambivalence
I wrap the blindfold round -
swathe the cage
so the birds cease singing.
This... shrouding
is necessary.
It is imperative.
Mine are eyes who chatter
too much. Too much!
I must sleep,
I am very tired -
even my bones yawn.
Exploring the psyche can be dark work; It's important to create 'safe' space.
Ani's given me a compelling visual image of what such a space might look like.
Ani's given me a compelling visual image of what such a space might look like.
Things that foster creativity ... and emmm .... inspire you. I read somewhere today that THEY (researchers at the U of British Columbia were involved, I remember that much) have done research which has identified a strong link between high ceilings and creativity. Apparently high ceilings promote expansive, creative thinking, whilst lower ceilings promote more .. concrete and linear thinking.
THEY also identified that small, tight, confined spaces may foster a more contained creative experience -- eh? Smaller pieces of art mayhap? I dunno -- theoretically this should mean that people who produce art in clutter free confined spaces - airplanes, minivans and prison cells ... are up to something discernably different than those who are making art in light airy high ceiling'd rooms.
Does this Feng Shui of creativity mean we need to put our artists in light, high ceiling'd rooms and our accountants in low ceiling'd ones - to assist their creative flow? And, what about non visual artists - people who say, write, or dance. or sing ... how does ceiling height alter their creative process?
Heh - what I know is I love expansive spaces, high ceilings with tons of natural light - I feel more creative, relaxed and sensual .... go figure.
Also ... lately I am REALLY noticing the qualities of natural light and how it impacts mood, creativity, sense of well being. I need to move.
THEY also identified that small, tight, confined spaces may foster a more contained creative experience -- eh? Smaller pieces of art mayhap? I dunno -- theoretically this should mean that people who produce art in clutter free confined spaces - airplanes, minivans and prison cells ... are up to something discernably different than those who are making art in light airy high ceiling'd rooms.
Does this Feng Shui of creativity mean we need to put our artists in light, high ceiling'd rooms and our accountants in low ceiling'd ones - to assist their creative flow? And, what about non visual artists - people who say, write, or dance. or sing ... how does ceiling height alter their creative process?
Heh - what I know is I love expansive spaces, high ceilings with tons of natural light - I feel more creative, relaxed and sensual .... go figure.
Also ... lately I am REALLY noticing the qualities of natural light and how it impacts mood, creativity, sense of well being. I need to move.
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