Saturday, July 09, 2011
Stone #59
The fishbowl pushes the air aside. Fish hide in plants that grow underwater. Dart. Slowly slide backwards to the edge of the glass, and watch with one blue eye.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Stone #58
A new country was birthed in the world today. / My day of mundane tasks / the jubilation of the peoples of South Sudan.
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Stone #57
In my bedroom curtain, that I was sewing, a small dead fly fell out. Deep teal sheen under wings of sheer grey symmetry, vacant gaze of compound eye.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Stone #56
Tonight I dug out of storage and heaved upstairs 30 years of private journals: these are my stones tonight.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Monday, July 04, 2011
Stone #54
My green ash is hermaphroditic and functionally female, knobby brown flower clusters, bunches of seed pods, a Niun among maples and cedars.
White Petal
direct link: White Petal
Experimenting... always learning! Trying this and that with the footage. Having fun, and it shows in the humour of the piece.
I wanted to do a voiceover, a narration — thinking a Wong Kar Wai style. You will see there are sections to this visual poem. Doubles, single, shifts in colour and style as the yoga dance continues.
Here are a few scribbles, that perhaps will or won't work:
I live in a city in a small apartment. Fabric covers a doorway and shelves. I'd like to see myself dance before it is too late.
Faded opulence. Over-the-edge-of. Yet floral abundance. The flowers are the stars—beauty, that edge of fading.
Doubles. Who are we? Repetitions of ourselves. Our memories create us in our fragmentary identities. I fold into who I was or who I will become. Uncertainty is confusing. People flee from my uncertainty.
White Petal
Look into a dissolving mirror
bones, skin, neurons
the self-image.
This poem is not neat as intact
petal veins, mysterious as garden
fossils.
The poem writes,
rises from ruminations, dried
flowers on my spine
bursting seeds.
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Danced, videoed, edited by Brenda Clews; background music by Gabrielle Roth and the Mirrors, from an old favourite, Initiation: http://gabrielleroth.com/
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