Sunday, December 09, 2007

Standing in the Secret & the Secret of Standing


The white paper kangaroo,
atop the grey stone is
ballast for Alice dressed in blue
and weight against perilous
Leviathan on leather wings
who slow flaps low the dark sky.
And all the stars sing softly
signing, sighing their dismay
as wayward dark
undoes the bright of day.
Long and slender the thread
deep dyed a blood red hue
that may by might of humble things
enigma’s night undo.





The painting is unfinished ... still finding its way. I will post it again when finished. It may become part of a series orbiting around enigmas and riddles.

The white paper kangaroo

atop the grey stone is

ballast for Alice dressed in blue

and weight against perilous

Leviathan on leather wings

who slow flaps low the dark sky.

And all the stars sing softly

signing, sighing their dismay

as wayward dark

undoes the bright of day.

Long and slender the thread

deep dyed a blood red hue

that may by might of humble things

enigma’s night undo.

13 comments:

Radagast said...
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Radagast said...

'It seems very beautiful,' he said when he had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand!' (You see he didn't like to confess, even to himself, that he couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas -- only I don't exactly know what they are!

I would love to see the painting!

ish said...

Thanks Radagast. That the ephemeral challenges the substantial is one "thread". Another is the complication of unravelling a mystery of which one is inextricably a part. Alice of course is an apt touchstone for paradox and inversions.

Inconsequential said...

The latter half made me think of sunsets :)
Amongst other stuff.

Nice work.
I shall return and read again...more than once :)

Radagast said...

That's why I (mis)quoted Alice. And isn't "Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas -- only I don't exactly know what they are!" the response you want for a poem like that?

I liked it, anyway.

... and greetings from NZ!

Radagast said...

... I guess it's particularly the alliteration and the concrete visual image that helps to "fill my head with ideas."

Donners said...

I love this painting steve! It combines some styles of painting that I find familiar ( from your otehr work) and some really different aspects ( like the figure of alice who is more stylised). Then the stars rising above it - its so beautiufl and inspiring :)

ish said...

inc, night and day are sort of overlays of one another in the same image. Working at it is a bit like writing poems, what it starts our being about is not necessarily where it goes in the end. Do you work like that, evolving as you go? Some people's ideas are whole and discrete 'capsules' that they simply flesh out.

Ah Radagast, you've caught me out. Marion is the one with the passion for Alice. It was never part of my own childhood and I am reading the full versions for the first time. Otherwise I expect I would have been immediately attuned to your quote.
Are you in the south island? I lived in NZ as a child.

... and dear donners thanks for the encouragement. See you soon.

Radagast said...

I've spent time travelling the South Island in the past. This time I left Christchurch as soon as my conference was finished, and am spending time in Auckland, and later (DV) Rotorua.

Where did you live?

Inconsequential said...

"what it starts our being about is not necessarily where it goes in the end. Do you work like that, evolving as you go? "

Oh yes, the original idea is often nothing like the finished piece :)
It always suprises me, and yet often I can see it coming...

Often as well the initial piece is a little like a verbal vomit, just poured on to paper, crammed into my little notebook at a furious pace, sometimes just standing in the street, possibly looking a little like a madman...other ideas ferment...one phrase will rattle around and around this pointless skull of mine and slowly gather a body of words to wrap it in.

Then of course, after a paper write, an edit onto the 'puter, things chance there, and again when blogged, another edit...and now I have my site up and running, I find re-reads often shouting out out for a tweak...

Hmmm, possibly more than you wanted to know there...and I guess I have no 'one' style of writing...It's as and when and however :)

But an evolution :)
So yes.

Inconsequential said...

things chanGe - chance...must remember to read before posting, even when tired...

1 week of chaos left...

Alok said...

Ish a Blessed Christmas to ya and ur family ... I have been reading u .. its just tht I don't leave my footprints behind ... u continue to inspire me


Alok

gingatao said...

That's a great combination, the poem and painting complementing and commenting on each other almost. And the ending to the poem is particularly beautiful in its unrolling. Great stuff.