Multiply the circumstances–
What rises to the occasion?
What remains, over and over,
expecting to return again?
Look between—what is divided?
Multiply the circumstances.
What is buried? Which measurements
contain dust and ashes, which bones?
Around the patterned interval
tricks appear as what they are not.
Multiply the circumstances–
ghostlines projected in the air.
Symbols transforming the unseen–
abridged, compounded, mythical–
saved by neither fortune nor fate–
(multiply the circumstances)
A quatern for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. This is another repeating form–the same idea, but with its own distinct rhythm.
this form, measured
a structure to hold a mask
adorned with feathers?
sits naked, revised,
to death. Not malevolence–
the shadow of time.
Well, we couldn’t miss draw-a-bird-day, could we? Continuing with the Year of the Rooster, two views of a rooster skull.
I also didn’t want to miss National Poetry Month; last year I managed to post a poem every day, but obviously I won’t be doing that in 2017. I have an idea for a series involving dots and magnetic poetry, so I’ll start that on Monday (I hope). And next week I’ll try to catch up on what everyone has been up to. Happy weekend! and happy Draw-A-Bird-Day!
lost and found
are reversed and
there is only one
For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction challenge…an eerie illustration to a Russian folk tale by Ivan Bilibin, below.
There are some truly wonderful responses this week…go to Jane’s post and check them out.
My collage boxes, however, are still stuck in the between.
I don’t really know where these skulls come from. I’d like to think they died peacefully in the woods and were found a while later. In truth they may have been shot and killed so I guess it’s ironic that I’d paint one in a camouflage pattern.
I like to pretend I’m a member of a tribe when I paint a skull. I imagine it’s going to be used for a ceremony. This is one of the deer skulls I got last week: a wonderful specimen, probably a pretty young buck with developing antlers.
A pharmaceutical rep just came in and brought me these three skulls. They are beautiful! They need to be soaked for a while and then cleaned with hydrogen peroxide. This was a lovely gift which really made my day.
Found by my friend in Eagle Rock Reservation, he was kind enough to give it to me. As per the genius skull collector Alan Dudley (the book is Skulls by Simon Winchester gifted to me by Kerfe and an invaluable reference) I soaked the skull in a bucket for many weeks to clean it. At first I thought it looked like a large dog such as a Rottweiler. Now I think it is probably a wolf.
Couple of close ups:
My friend Michael found a great skull in Eagle Rock Reservation. He knows how much I like them so he gifted it to me today.
Here it is in its bath of Hydrogen Peroxide. I thought this was a raccoon skull at first but it is way too large. I’m about to refer to my skull book given to me by Kerfe. Any ideas? I almost think it could be a bobcat. I’ve heard we are starting to get those in our area. Not sure though.
Lots of times the things I do are dependent on my references.
I have a bin full of words. I may have my own ideas, but their ideas always win.
I have envelopes and bins of cutouts: food, faces, arms. My preconceived notions mean almost nothing when I start looking through them.
I did not see this coming at all.
The fruit is clearly a catalyst, but how do you suppose it works?
And of course I have to start somewhere. Thanks Jane!