“Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together. But when I look ahead up the white road. There is always another one walking beside you.” / T.S. Eliot. The Waste Land.
Three. 20×30 in. 50×76 cm. Acrylic on canvas. By Clinock.
It’s a fast and frantic dance
around the corpus collosum
these days –
a crowded floor,
confused music,
stumbling movement,
crushed toes and egos.
Always has been this way
I guess and
always will?
Spinning yins and
gesticulating yangs
yelling and threatening.
Black versus white.
Frolic becomes fight,
man and woman,
ideologies,
church and state,
hate,
woman and woman,
man and man,
the loss of love,
war.
What if the gods lay down
and slept it off?
What if the waltz
was more fascinating
than the weapon?
What if a vast silence
descended
and everyone
took the day off
and listened
in quietude
to what one other person
wished to say?
The world continues
to turn gracefully.
It is only the animal
who-man who
is too clumsy
and deaf with self
to follow the music
of the spheres.
Get down
and boogie
the night
away –
it takes two
to –
and more.
And many more
equals
peace.
Poem and Acrylic painting on canvas. 20″ x 30″ by clinock.
