Today
by Steven McCabe
Today you forget again
You stay with forgetting
(again)
Today you forget again
You stay with forgetting
(again)
You taste forgetting
Again
You taste
Forgetting
You taste forgetting
(again)
You stay with forgetting
(again)
You forget forgetting
You taste forgetting
(again)
(again)
You taste forgetting
You forget forgetting
You taste forgetting
(again)
Today
you
forget
(again)
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Beautiful image. Powerful post – I love your drawing style, Steven.
Thank you Richard. This is a small thing perhaps and it might not last but I noticed since my ‘accident’ that my drawings are using more of a black/white contrast. More densely gathered (packed?) lines. Thought I’d mention that.
This piece makes me breath differently, sort of like pacing the breath when one saws a board or swings a scythe. It is a bit like a hypnosis exercise maybe too, but I don’t really know anything about hypnosis, Steven. But the rhythm is there, and the purpose is there, and the decision is there.
The drawing.., like a “cloud of unknowing”.
Jack hi & hello, It’s funny you mention ‘cloud of unknowing’ because when I started the poem that phrase was one of the earliest lines! I really enjoy your comments about pacing breath. I didn’t read this out loud when I wrote it but will now. I’ve never swung a scythe! I thought of incantation and maybe that ties into an early form of or beginning of hypnosis. An Indian dancer told me once about a principle called ‘Rasa’ where the dancer (or artist) achieves an emotional connection with the ‘audience.’ Perhaps there is a way of delivering words that does something similar. Thanks for sending me off on this.
Beautiful drawing Steven..there’s a magical freshness here like seeing the wind blowing through a field or the flames dancing in a small intimate bonfire. The verse is hypnotic. I agree with Jack…. beyond ordinary memory or going deeper than what rides on the surface. A dance with momentum…
Hi Jana, It is very interesting that you look at a black and white image and relate to wind or flames. I enjoy how you have interpreted the white space around a curvilinear outline. Or perhaps the lines which have an organic (longing?) feel to them. I have pondered whether the face is ‘other’ or ‘self.’ Definitely it is the ‘you’ the poem is concerned with. Perhaps both. And the words are coming from that place of ‘unspooling.’ And as you say, very much the opposite of skating. Thank you.
Your words and drawings flicker like memories. It makes me think of sitting at a window, in a car or a train, watching the world go by; being there and not there. Beautiful, mesmerizing.
Thank you Karen. Your image of words and drawings flickering like memories feels like a silent movie. And then the moving image at a car or train window: I know that feeling you are talking about and like it very much. The world is going past and also it is us going past. There and gone. Here and gone. Now here again. Not really here. I wonder if this feeling has a name.
Simply lovely
Thank you for this thought.
Hardly a thought, Steven! More of an emotion…. 🙂
Thank you for this emotion! :- )
the call and response of druids beneath a cathedral of trees beneath passing faces of wind blown clouds…moved and transfixed me…
Hi John, thank you for this image of the call and response…in a druidic world. Sound working with image opening up a depth in this forest world you describe. I’m struck by your evaluation as to the feel of this piece – indeed the territory I’ve been exploring with reading and meditating/contemplating. Perhaps something has sunk in. Or is sinking in. Or into.
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