(OMG LOOK! he forgot
to remove the painters tape,
should we tell someone?)
they wear each other like hats, like masks,
like hair and hair nets,
like birds nests and spilled honey.
the empty green line waits
but words can’t be found.
the poet
holds
his
breath.
they are a circus unto themselves,
an orgy of coupling, a welding, a carnival,
partners in the great stumbling dance.
they wear each other
like music wears silence,
like the night wears the moon.
(meanwhile, other clues are given,
attention shifts from vagaries of language
to the eccentricities of the senses).
they wear each other like magicians wear clowns,
like gulls wear the wind,
like somehow nothing seems real
without the written
word.
this magic is called The Naming.
it is also known as
The Forgetting.
The Empty Green Line. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.
Painting and poem by clinock.
Words..like excited mosquitoes, wreck havoc in the piney woods. Nary a word in the phosphorescent fertile ground. Shhhhhh…..
She says the right thing, always…
You are so clever… just sayin’
You are so kind…just…sayin’
What a delight for the senses! I have missed the Art Rat Café, so good to see your art and read your words again.
Such a pleasure to hear from you Nancy and your words are appreciated my friend, very much…
Very creative in words and paint! They do wear each other.
Thank you kindly Jo Nell…
Another strong and captivating image John. Not sure about The Naming but The Forgetting is the painters tape!
Ah yes…Naming and Forgetting…more easily explored over a brew than this box…when we name we forget the raw and sensual essence behind the easy veil…the tape thing keeps me laughing…
The intertwining here is absolutely breathtaking.
Wowzers Mark, I like “intertwining”…thank you…
…hardly ‘forgetting’ this though, my friend! 🙂
Ah Marina, you’re a gem…
Naming and forgetting… The words are magical and mysterious. And I love the painting! x
Magical and mysterious is where I’m going Ina, thank you for saying what you say…