The Pageant by Penn Kemp
by Steven McCabe
On the Moon after Solstice
you dream of hiking contours
to cathedral carol service.
Singing in the cavern of nave,
omphalos to the world, you curve
on rounded meridian of joy to outer
space, linking with others of like mind.
You race to catch the authors
to know the next act. Old tales
are told and tell themselves new.
You connect fragments, dropping
your lines, dropping me a line
in the cheer of retrieval.
Rings of companions collaborate,
not wanting to recapitulate
events of the day merely or
invent night’s happenstance.
Something’s given, something
larger than the single self.
Presently you’ll know the story
as it is happening to you.
Singly or together our dreams
direct us, as if night-given leads
to true script. What is real
agitates dream into action.
Penn Kemp is London, Ontario’s inaugural Poet Laureate.
In 2012, Penn Kemp and I published the chapbook Dream Sequins with Lyricalmyrical Press in Toronto. The title refers to Penn’s poetry manuscript. My contribution consisted of 18 ink drawings. I sent Penn a number of scans which I thought related or tangentially connected to her words and she made the final selection. Drawing can be an automatic process, as spontaneous as dreaming, with line unfolding connections not crafted by the conscious mind. My body of drawings 2009 – 2011 expressed a number of intertwined themes & at a certain point Penn and I connected. We were independently working in close enough proximity to our ‘source’ materials that text & image, both floating on a warm parchment paper, felt synonymous. This post was inspired by the idea of using Penn’s words as a design element in constructing digital images while referencing one poem & drawing from the chapbook.
Steven, this is striking, as the illuminated poem, in a way, reflects a recent experience back to me. The paring of the text emerging through elements feels like an artifact – a conversation between light and time.
Thank you Jack for this thought. Now you’ve sent me into a new stream of images. I was thinking, after posting this, about that repeated circular shape being lens – like and in motion. On the page. Off the page. After reading your comments the word ‘mediating’ hit me. And what a lens does is mediate light and time. That’s the thought you inspired. So now I’m looking at the sequence in a new light. No pun intended!
Brilliant Steven – one of your best works…
Thank you John.Always glad to have you visit the page.
These feel like words and images reflecting off still and rippling surfaces and projected onto other surfaces.
Somehow it feels like a meditative slideshow – I imagine this as a projected art installation. Beautiful!
Hi Karen, thank you for that double (or is it triple) image – I’m allowing myself to be lost, wandering, in that middle part where the words and images are: in reflection, in transit; from the still and rippling surfaces to another surface.
…great idea about the meditative slideshow/installation… “installing a reflection….”
Let’s do it!!!! SO appropriate for this time of year…. here’s to the inner Light!
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Synesthetic synapses are presently snapping into new forms… Truly honoured to see words reflected in images and back again so brilliantly.
Thank you Penn, Perfectly wonderful words to work with!
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