Pilots Nobody Believes (in homage to Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
by Steven McCabe
Thinning my studio
I discover your unlined face looking into the future,
sketched with charcoal on lightweight paper.
My memory of you
a weak pulse
sealed away like a forgotten dimension.
I drop clear, blue, plastic bags to the sidewalk
like fallen
sections of sky,
reported by pilots
nobody believes.
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
A (forgotten) charcoal drawing digitally contemplated.
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Gorgeous transitions, Steven.
Thank you Karen. Transition in the blink(s) of an eye. Thanks for noticing.
Fascinating. And a very fitting tribute.
thank you Richard. I’m glad it comes across as fitting, and respectful.
This touches deep…beyond your moving words and the reaching frames of film, beyond the scratching and scrolling…a very personal connection for me throughout these transitional depths…an old song remembered…
Hi John, thank you. Yes, I think you and I are both old enough now that loss is built into the system like an extra room….
Enjoying your work – fascinating!
Thank you very much! I’ll check out what you do also.