“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thursday, April 26, 2018
An Art a part
On PBS the show "Civilization(s)" or some such name,
chronicals the human
amongst humanity.
In a sense, the dawn of man
thru the hours
to the twilight of Idols.
The
form of self
fashioned by and from
some self-wanting to express
self by making
another self.
Michelangelo famously pardoned his images
(from exile on the mountain),
like Capone on Alcatraz (the Rock)
-sharpness being no more requisite of tooling
than persistence in method(ology).
I doubt they knew
who was waiting on the other side. The face emerges
masked in fine dust.
It is a face of surprise
that does not expect
the stranger standing
before Him.
The idea came to me-I did not go to it
and yet
the unexpected visitor
leads the way
by blocking the wrong path-
ways, giving way
to avalanches and mudslides and this (re)arrangement
was an expression of liberation
from the body.
Water will
evaporate eventually,
the granite
breaks
down
its crystal components.
The two cannot compare
Maker and Made.
Painting by Lovis Corinth, c. 1904 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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