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Poems and Art at “the song is…”

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Marianne Szlyk, at “the song is…” has posted 3 of my poems with accompanying artwork as part of her tribute to musicians born in the 50s.  The Prince and Police-inspired work appeared on the blog, but the Stevie Wonder-inspired art and poem are new.

She also has some wonderful musical links at the bottom of the post (as she always does), and I’d just like to quote from Stevie, first from the song “As”, and then from his words, spoken before he sang that song at Aretha Franklin’s Homegoing service.

“Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love”

“Let’s make LOVE great again”

Thanks, Marianne, for featuring my work, and for your continuing support of music, art, and words.

You can see the post here.

 

If It’s Magic

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I did this little magician stitched collage for Rochester Contemporary Art Center’s (RoCo) 6 x 6 fundraiser.  I can’t remember where I first heard about it, but I’ve been sending them a piece of art to sell for a few years.  The opening is tonight, so if you are in the neighborhood…

magic growls liquid
breezes haunted by secrets
foolish wild wet stars

night is bleeding vast desire
day embraces naked sky

The Magnetic Oracle made me think of Stevie Wonder today.

If it’s magic
Then why can’t it be everlasting
Like the sun that always shines
Like the poets in this rhyme
Like the galaxies in time
….
It holds the key to every heart
Throughout the universe
It fills you up without a bite
And quenches every thirst

 

Contradiction

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we play at fairness: love and war
we draw a rainbow in the sky
we plant a flag upon the shore
and no one stops to ask us why

we draw a rainbow in the sky
and scatter stars inside our heart
and no one stops to ask us why
we sing the sun but hold the dark

we scatter stars inside our heart
the outstretched hand an empty palm
we sing the sun but hold the dark
and shiver even though it’s warm

the outstretched hand an empty palm
the words unspoken on our lips
we shiver even though it’s warm
the future falling from our grip

the words unspoken on our lips
we draw a rainbow in the sky
the future falling from our grip
and no one stops to ask us why

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I thought to do a mandala based on Nina’s old drawing that she recently posted, “All’s Fair in Love and War”.  And I decided to use the phrase as a starting point for Jane Dougherty’s challenge this week to write a pantoum.  I’m not totally satisfied with either the poem or the collage–Nina’s original drawing may actually be a much better illustration for what I wrote.  I still think it would make a good mandala, though; perhaps a less literal and revised collage is called for.

It helps a bit for me to think of the poem as a song…but I’m no Stevie Wonder.