1. That sweetness which lifts you from the bed where all your own dreams bloom 2. The path hands cut when exploring new skin 3. An expectant suspension of being 4. The shape of your body drawn, waiting, therein 5. That phosphorous tang before a kiss which may recur 6. The weight which bends your matchstick flesh with friction 7. The insistent beat of heat as it engulfs you 8. Her body, a blossom in flame 9. The coming and leaving 10. Smoke replacing the storm 11. What is left of you, after 12. Being both flooded and denied fullness 13. An ashen passion, without goodbye, without 14. Everything but the releasing of hands
C. F. Sibley
Q: Your first book, Crush, was published in 2005, and readers have been eagerly awaiting your second collection. Why was it important to take a long breath between the two books? What does time make possible for the artistic process?
RS: For months after I finished Crush, I felt like I had nothing left to say. Or even a way of saying it. I had talked myself out completely. I began painting again, not vey well, but since my paintings were never very good, and there was no hope of making them good, I was liberated from the pressure of an audience. I became silent. I squeezed the tubes and pushed the colors around. I did have more to say, I just couldn’t — at the time — say it with words. This was a crystallizing moment, and led to the lines:
Blackbird, he says. So be it, indexed and normative. But it isn’t a bird, it’s a man in a bird suit, blue shoulders instead of feathers, because he isn’t looking at a bird, real bird, as he paints, he is looking at his heart, which is impossible.
Unless his heart is a metaphor for his heart, as everything is a metaphor for itself, so that looking at the paint is like looking at a bird that isn’t there, with a song in its throat that you don’t want to hear but you paint anyway.
The hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not, and the hand wants to do something useful.
seaweed scrapbook, 1848
Bonnie Mably - Trace (2013)
“Trace is a manmade interpretation of geological phenomena / strata. It is comprised of surplus materials from plaster casts and sculptures collected over time. A trace of other peoples work existing in the piece, echoing the trace of man in the universe.”
Ellis sitting with his miniature portrait. He always has an #appleface #illustration #ellisthecanary
Susan Howe | My Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson | Poems: Three Series, Complete
listening to Red at work & this is the best goddamn day so far