poemimage

Where text meets image. Where the visual intersects the literary.

Month: March, 2022

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I went to bed with one sock on.

Walt Whitman decided to bury the sparrow.

A suggestion of Janus, before & forever following

the ignition of neural pathways.

A suggestion of Raven dipping her beak

in the soldered inkwell

casting a spell, perhaps.

Been drinking coffee like a chain smoker

this moment crashes into the next.

flightpath

flightpath is a cinematic video-poem featuring the art of Tehran artist Shirin Pilehvari in contrast with pristine, old-growth forest in Limehouse, Ontario. My function was writer (poet) & director. Please note full credits in the video and on my YouTube channel for a list of creative collaborators in visual art, music, poetry, narration, translation and editing.

Our core team included Eric Gerrard (camera) and Konrad Skreta (audio and video editing). We created seven video poems between 2009-2013.

In 2020 Konrad Skreta and I collaborated on a 32 minute video poem featuring his experimental animation of my digital collages (and poetry).

Nine Whales (or three)

9″ X 12″ works on watercolour paper from 2021. I’m not sure why the whales (in groupings of three) are looking at the iconographic images (on a shroud?) within eggs or stones. I discovered about thirty blueish smaller paintings on paper I did during the second lockdown.

Towers of Cake in Byzantium

I meet an old friend for coffee and cake

we discuss the symmetry of

consequence, the coincidence of

symmetry.

After we stand on the corner

I visit two bookstores

near one another in The Annex,

mostly second-hand

books I will thumb through

a hundred times (knock on wood)

finding inspiration

sifting subconscious & mythological elements

a chapter here, chapter there

traipsing the curvilinear imagination.

Birds fly low magnetized by subterranean quartz

wings whoosh, swooshing

miraculously, above the roar of wind,

I hear their soft instruction.

A young person, in motion a river,

photographs the books

over my shoulder.

Humming a tune

I contemplate pages

on the subway train.

Or so it seems, the way she steadies her phone

visible out the corner of my eye –

my station approaches.

I said this image is four, maybe, or five-thousand years old

she said I saw the books.

She said something, maybe, what

she read or might be reading.

Maybe she mentioned Byzantium.

I understood barely anything almost nothing,

with her speaking through a mask,

the subterranean ambient noise,

additional my normal hearing trouble.

She repeats a word, I tilt my head

like a bird

darting

the door embellished with golden mosaic tiles,

sliding closes in my face.

A vast dimension

composed of light-years

descends upon me.

The sound of her mystery words

accentuates her aura

like a river in motion.

I repeat rhyming words

the consequence of symmetry

the symmetry of coincidence.

Thank you, she said.

I dart for the door again

climbing tiled stairs

beneath vast archways

tasting cake.

Birds swoop above & below a quartz-river

flowing from the sun.

The Idea of the Book in the Middle Ages: Language Theory, Mythology and Fiction by

Jesse M. Gellrich –

Sun, Moon and Standing Stones by John Edwin Wood –

Inside the Neolithic Mind by David Lewis-Williams & David Pearce –

A Search for Cave and Canyon Art: Voices From the Stone Age by Douglas Mazonowicz – (signed by the author)

A New Painting

I was tempted to leave this as a rougher, more expressive work.

Started this painting in 2020. It stayed on the easel while I worked my big roll of paper.

I saw it every day. Finished it a few days after completing Druidica.

Size: 40″ X 40.” Acrylic on canvas. Title: Annunciation.

After working in mostly blues for three or four years it feels good to

work with colour again.

Annunciation by Steven McCabe, 2022, H:40″ X W:40″ – Acrylic on canvas
Annunciation by Steven McCabe – Stage 1, 2020 H:40″ X W:40″ – Acrylic on canvas