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The visual & the poetic.

Month: December, 2023

war

I wanted to say something and ‘borrowed’ more powerful work than my own to do so.

I wanted to say something about what is happening to the bodies & minds of children, to brothers & sisters, to young people, to mothers & fathers, to grandmothers & grandfathers in Gaza, Palestine. To their pets, homes, and possessions: their photographs, clothing, toys. To their health and their future.

“I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take part in massacres, and that the news of massacres of enemies is not to fill them with satisfaction or glee.

“I have also told them not to work for companies which make massacre machinery, and to express contempt for people who think they need machinery like that.” 

— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five, Or The Children’s Crusade : A Duty-dance with Death (1969)

The Mothers, 1921-2, Kathe Kollwitz 1867-1945. http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/P82464

Follow the Tate link to find out more about the Kathe Kollwitz series of woodcuts titled War.

Like many, I am familiar with Kathe Kollwitz’s great skill and mastery in emotional imagery addressing war. She lost one of her two sons to WW1. She lost her grandson to WW2.

Like many, I have read Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, a great writer and literary artist who as a prisoner of war (in WW2) experienced the firebombing of Dresden, Germany.

I do not claim copyright to the work of Kathe Kollwitz and use it for non-commercial purposes of education & commentary.

I Found My Round Boat Hidden in the Rushes

Images tumble into each other like loaves of bread or stones or clouds.

Shrouded with fragrance and translucent vibrations, drawing birds near.

We reimagine memories splashing in the dark.

As the days shorten we create stories to explain reasons and purposes.

I borrowed some images from my ‘long blue painting’ to reconfigure in Photoshop.

My 2022 35′ X 5′ long blue painting (on a roll of Italian mid-weight paper) shown & described in a previous posting: https://poemimage.com/category/x-steven-mccabe-mostly-working-in-silence/

I photographed this work titled Druidica Blue: Deja Vu (Cave Art for the New Psyche) in sections on the floor. Below is the final section (of eleven).

A Kiss

What one might do with words.

What words might do with one.

When one echoes, ‘Bluebird in Disguise

canyon to canyon,

& traces of Cubism disguise the bluebird in a small painting

& one traverses the howling wasteland, to and fro,

criss-crossing a porous sieve – remembering how to protect

who & what one is becoming,

who & what one is becoming,

who & what one is becoming,

& simultaneously, a rivery motion

there – beside the blacktopped road,

in shades of tinted depth, beyond the gully,

the face of the forest whispering a kiss

in gut-feelings a kiss

in language a kiss

In danger a kiss.

A white-magic kiss.

A mother & child kiss.

A kiss at the wishing well.

A moonlight-upon-ferns kiss.

An elusive kiss.

A kiss clawing through sediment.

A kiss brushing your hair.

A kiss breathing your name.

A kiss chanting forbidden knowldege.

A kiss in animal shadows.

The kiss of ecstatic verse.

The kiss of the crystal star.

A kiss of realization.

A kiss following crucifixion.

In stone a kiss. In wood a kiss.

In sundrops the symbol of a kiss.

A kiss in premonition.

Bluebird in Disguise, 2023 – 9″ X 12″ – mixed media on paper