“It doesn’t have to be pretty to be true. But if it’s true it’s beautiful. Truth is beautiful. And so my whole work is about what amounts to a reverence for life itself.”
Ketchup Bottles, Table and Coat
(After a photograph by Roy DeCarava)
Just a moment after: The darkness
has one story left to tell -- of what is left behind
the genesis of night and all its
grandeur: the action is
elsewhere, some other room, not this
inked way station of the heart
abandoned by its essence. Good-byes already
said, footfalls barely heard. And
what is waiting there.
Just seconds before: A universe expecting
to be born, open hand hovering beyond
the frame poised to sweep the plain plane
clean of things not spoken, heard within,
the spaces between sound, barely seen. The
slightest veil of presence
out the door. A story yet to tell. And what is
waiting there. What left behind: Spare scene.
Perfumed remnants of romance.
Obsidian III 4.2 (Fall-Winter 2002)
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