But to address the point of this post …. I am sssooo behind on poetry posts because my visual arts life has exploded somewhat in the past couple of months & I have a multitude of projects that have occupied every breathing moment (besides the head cold I got in between) of my creative life …. these projects include:
Birds Beasts and Butterflys Group Exhibition – an upcoming event, I don’t have a post about this as yet
This may not seem like much on paper but these projects have occupied my already chaotic head to the point of implosion – but on the bright side I guess that will make for some good poetry fodder in the coming months….
(the only thing that has kept me sane -from a ‘writing’ perspective – is putting pen to paper when writing Artists Statements)
So, don’t despair, I have not exited ‘stage left’…. i am just temporarily preoccupied…. or something along those lines :-)
And just to prove it, here’s a drawing…I’ll write a poem to go with it soon :-)
dark and deceptive it (I) emerges at night
parting the heavy curtains
of my Mahogany dreams
a floating scourge
pecking at my (own) soul
relentless in its (my) pain
too elusive to grasp
The above poem and drawing is in response to fellow wordpress blogger Leanne Cole‘s post “A Photo that Inspires” – Leanne is a photographer and occasionally posts a photo she asks writers to respond to… I have participated in her photo response posts previously here and here.
You can check Leannes blog out and the original image that inspired my poem and drawing, and other poets/writers who have responded, here.
Today, as part of expanding the scope of this blog, I wanted to share a Sylvia Plath poem – I chose ‘The Applicant’ because it is a great poem and really strikes a chord with me. It explores concepts of meaning in a patriarchal, consumer society from a feminist perspective – which is a favourite theme of mine!!
While searching the web for a version of the poem so that I could copy & paste it into my blog (as opposed to typing it all out) I found this blog post by a fellow WordPressor with a great analysis and a video of Plath reading the poem – so here it is reblogged with a dawing from me :-)
I love this idea- installations of poetry in the environment!!
Apparently there are or were (I am not sure if they were temporary or permanent) a number of installations of poetry in the grounds of the Writers Centre in Callan Park, Rozelle, NSW last week. I have visited their website to try to find more images or if it was part of an event or an ongoing initiative, but couldn’t find any more information. Nonetheless I love the idea, as I already said!
I came across this gem of information via a connection on Google+ (you can check out his info below) and so without further ado here is an installation poem by famous Australian poet, Les Murray (and image of installation following).
The paddocks shave black
with a foam of smoke that stays,
welling out of red-black wounds.
In the white of a drought
this happens. The hardcourt game.
Logs that fume are mostly cattle,
inverted, stubby. Tree stumps are kilns.
Walloped, wiped, hand-pumped,
even this day rolls over, slowly.
At dusk, a family drives sheep
out through the yellow
of the Aboriginal flag.
This blog has not had much commentary from me in the past (in fact, I think this is the first post I have ever interjected in), and that was the way I wanted it – but this blog is maturing, and as such (see my ABOUT page) I am going to begin introducing poets and poems that I admire to this blog – as well a maintaining my own poetry once a week.
I will continue to produce and publish an original drawing inspired by the poetry, including the guest poems.
Feel free to comment about if you think this is a good move or not! IE did you like the disconnected impersonal nature of me posting poetry without comment!
Anyways here is my first sharing of a poem I find amazing – it is so Zen it is beyond words – but I guess if I am sharing it i should comment on it…. so
I love the free verse and language of this poem, the zen nature and topic… it tugs a string in all of us about our innate connection to the earth, a theme my visual art is also consumed with… but the language is not convoluted and easy to connect with, making it very accessible …. but above all it so sensitive and paints such a beautiful picture!
Lie down with your belly to the ground,
like an old dog in the sun. Smell
the greenness of the cloverleaf, feel the damp
earth through your clothes, let an ant
wander the uncharted territory
of your skin. Lie down
with your belly to the ground. Melt into
the earth’s contours like a harmless snake.
All else is mere bravado.
Let your mind resolve itself
in a tangle of grass.
Lie down with your belly
to the ground, flat out, on ground level.
Prostrate yourself before the soil
you will someday enter.
Stop judging, fearing, trying.
This is not dying, but the way to live
in a world of change and gravity.
Let go. Let your burdens drop.
Let your grief-charge bleed off
into the ground.
Lie down with your belly to the ground
and then rise up
with the earth still in you.