Eyes (& Orphee by Cocteau)
by Steven McCabe
I have been approaching an idea I am still approaching
I circle the idea again and again
for some reason I made this comparison of eyes.
Eyes are truly the window to the soul
The soul is truly a window to the eyes
The window is truly eyes upon the soul.
I think of the glazier in Cocteau’s poetry-film Orphee wandering in the underworld.
I have the VHS tape rewound & worn, rewound & worn.
I may watch Orphee again one day. It reminds me of somebody.
My very own figure of death no longer mine.
In this comparison:
Burl Ives: Actor ~ musician ~ crouching fire-starter, lonely hero, feet of clay, masculine subject-object, middle name Ivanhoe, dancing round the Maypole, related to composer Charles Ives. In the heart is the first principle.
Mona Lisa: Mystery-school perception, the sun-drenched alchemical Renaissance, feminine subject-object, diagram the ancient golden number, echoing feet, touch linen ~ hazelnut paste, envision the Milky Way. In the heart is the first principle.
President: The conceptual zero imagined in three-dimensions, museums collapse beneath clouds funnelling stones, candy cigarettes, a camoflauged animal-skin eye-patch, mythological gods stir in vengeful coughing slumber. Envision the absent first principle.
I may watch Orphee again one day.