Here is another piece that I drafted in August. Revised 30 November 2009.
The future creeps towards you,
the past speeds away.
The world shudders and cleaves,
tears open a void at your back,
black and gaping, a vacuum
that pulls at your coattails,
a hungry child.
as they blossom
beneath your finger
Three new poems. The first two are from a new series called ‘Postcards Made of Feathers’, which feature drawings from life (rather than from the depths of the psyche) presented together with poems that capture the particular moment. The third is the basis of the Axons and Dendrites piece based on a much earlier journal entry. You will notice some threads linking these poems.
This Empty Moment
by Rrose Sélavy, Postcards Made of Feathers series 2009-09-14
The sound of a boiler.
Clink of unseen dishes put down carelessly.
Two alternating notes the only part of the music that makes it through the window, over the wall and down to this empty courtyard on a cooling breeze.
Empty tables beneath a square of empty sky.
A bit of wire on the trellis.
In the Gap
by Rrose Sélavy, Postcards Made of Feathers series 2009-09-21
If you are still enough,
behind the long silence
you can hear all the notes
that have been played
or will be played,
like leaves on a vine –
opened, unfurling, and yet to be born.
All moments at once
twining through the stillness,
Axons and Dendrites
Extract from the journals of Rrose Sélavy
28th August 2007. Aber seafront, sunset.
Intense colour here today.
Strange that he was pretending for so long, hard to imagine what he was thinking.
Look out to sea. Thin strands of desire shoot out in all directions, wafting, attach to nothing, then trail off into wispy clouds.
The landscape overlaid with the inner world.
I’ve been in a box with no walls, need human contact.
Synapses, axons and dendrites, thin tendrils reach toward other brain cells, send a spray across the gap. Neural net buzzes as nodes light up.
The gap and the bridging of it.
The inner world overlaid with the landscape.
Extend the self, merge into the landscape…
The sea’s surface lit up like blazing mercury, wavelets seethe in patterns so complex they look random. Filigree surface, power beneath.
Bridge the gap. Connect connect connect.