……………………………………………………(w/Martin Puryear exhibit in mind)
We are all that we have
Dark shadows billowing past the
Stark architecture of bent wood
The otherness of others
Doesn’t bother us here
In our safe cocoon of One
Where we avert the glances
Of old Asian security guards
Warning us not to touch
This is where we examine the separation
Of nature from natural
Comparing the timber’s abstractions
Surrounded by fallen branches
Nothing may we touch here
But each other.
Wow! I like this Joie!!
“Dark shadows billowing past the stark architecture of bent wood.”
This is really a profound piece…a bunch of people in a blank museum space observing this art made from odd nature, oddly shaped, moving like a slow sardine patch…
This piece really makes me think in a different way: instead of laying the reality Bamm! it uncoils the scene where you become the observer, observing this odd scene.
Martin Puryear was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Sierre Leone from 1964-66. His work is very cool, but it is odd seeing stuff like his in a sterile museum setting… this captures that beautifully.
Joie!xx00xx!
This piece, like Puryear’s design, tells a story of the passionate search for truth in images found in an archeological dig. Great poem!
Makes me only want to go to the museum
when they have an icicle exhibit. Great poem!