The God Who Only Knows Four Words by Hafiz
by Steven McCabe
Every
Child
Has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does
Anything weird,
But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come dance with Me.”
Come
Dance.
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
One summer a few years ago (maybe more than a few – the time seems to fly) I created wearable paintings (acrylic paint on light canvas) with young dancers. I marvelled at how they adapted to the not-so-pliable fabric enclosing their movements. Like watching a pack of playing or Tarot Cards in motion. Swirling angles and flashes of colour. Only found a few photographs – hence the repetition in design.
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Wonderful images, wonderful words. Tarot cards in motion: delightful!
thanks mrsdaffodil, glad you enjoyed this. Yes the Tarot cards. :- )
Fabulous! The images, the original idea. Really great.
Thanks Nar, glad you liked this. Love finding photos like this.
Art in motion. Brilliant. Dance, dance, wherever you may be.
Thank you maskednative. I thought of that song too having remembered it as a ‘Shaker’ song but the lyrics seemed a bit too ‘specific’ if you know what I mean (for this purpose).
Great, and I love the sentiment behind this!
Thanks Richard, It’s great to remember those kids and the great fun making the art.
Fantastic idea, Steven. I love the imagery of tarot cards dancing – a little Alice in Wonderland.
The images are fascinating, wonderfully colourful, twisting and free.