I’m having fun looking at each poem and trying to decide which ones represent misdeeds, which are misadventures and what are brazen acts of rebellion. You could say there is almost an element of each within every poem, though attaching one particular frame of reference has the capacity to slightly, or greatly, alter the understanding of the poem.
I’ve decided that at the end of the month I’ll put all the poems together and then Alaina, Leanna and I will individually reassemble them to tell the story we think they tell. I’m intrigued to see how each of us will do that.
Until then, days 3-5…
I haven’t quite had the dedicated time I had been hoping for since the start of February. But I’ve kept up – both with the art and the poetry. Today I’ve got time set aside to have a proper (before dusk!) investment in both.
I’ve also relished being a part of the extended narrative exploration with Alaina and Leanna about the poems I made for them. You’ll find that on Instagram.
…which in time, I hope, will become a physical poem in its own right, based on the digital.
Art goes round and round. And the words swirl in a dervish with it.
Image: Remedios Varo
This started out as a present for a different friend, the passage from Six Memos about the sky appeared perfect. But the words refused to cooperate and when I surrendered to the fact, perhaps this was not the gift I set out to create, the poem organised itself.
Another lesson in surrender.
Another lesson in letting go of perfection.
Another lesson in trusting that everything comes in its own good time.