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In the beginning was the word...
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The Invisible Man
In the beginning was the word...
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"How many nights have I lain here like this, feverish with plans, with fears with the last sentence someone spoke, still trying to finish
a conversation already over? How many nights were wasted in not sleeping, how many in sleep--I don't know
How many hungers there are, how much radiance or salt, how many times
the world breaks apart, disintegrates to nothing and starts up again
in the course of an ordinary hour."
Kim Addonizio
Reply to this--reply to the pictures however you want...this is optional.
This is holy space--so please write only if you want to, please eat--only if you are hungry.
Amen.
What are the titles of the pieces? Particularly the top one; I would like to look for a larger version.
Also, I have had the pleasure of seeing the second piece in person. It is significantly larger than it looks here.
I wonder if, in the third one, they're celebrating its death or else trying to save it?
Hi Jo and Dan:
Mr. K invited me to join in from time to time, so I am wandering around, looking at art, wondering at the borderlands where art and dream
and word
meld in this
thing called
poetry
or painting or
sculpture
where we walk with
curved sticks
crutches of time
and dance with our
arms raised
in the shadows beneath.
You know, I really like the noion of time in that last painting, the Addonizio quote and Mr. Sherbahn's poem.
Probably because the juniors are doing the Thoreau project this week, and it remains a popular topic of conversation on the girls' cross-country team, I'm reminded of this: "As if you could kill time without injuring eternity." Yes, indeed. Yes, indeed...
That line, "How many nights were wasted in not sleeping, how many in sleep...," and the idea of the world 'disintegrating to nothing' countless times and then reforming within the hour...I don't know what to do with it, but it's true.
I also really like that line, "how much radiance or salt," but I don't know what to make of that either. Let it be, perhaps. But I also don't know why I like it so much.
I really like the top painting. I like the wizened old shepherd, silent, thankless, standing sentinel over eternity with only his phrygian cap and scrawny dog. The figure behind him is the embodiment of time, birth, eternity, empathy, humanity. It appears to be a portrait of time itself. Try as I might, I cannot dig to the bottom of this painting.
The middle one intrigues me the most. I feel like its a journey but only going so far. Like there is something that we are not supposed to know but something that we are expected to know at the same time.
It kind of feels like an ellipsis
...
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