Uninhabiting the body
other days not there
slipping out while not thinking
and moving off toward
somewhere else
not rebellion
uneasy escape
why stick around
to endure
breathe easier or not at all
leave the mirror
dissolve in smoke
emptiness is not home
posted by MB at 9:03 AM
24 Comments:
"leave the mirror
dissolve in smoke..."
Très belle image !!!
Mais j'ai eu du mal à comprendre l'ensemble de la poésie , ma connaissance de la langue anglaise est insuffisante !
"empitness is not home" is a fact. We all live a certain amount as stone statues, but when it becomes a way of life... "leave the mirror, dissolve in smoke". Excellent write!!
Beautiful poem and beautiful image, with an undertone of something disturbing. I'm particularly captivated by your work with the faces, image-centric that I am.
"uneasy escape" says it all for me
love this - knocked out by the pic too
cheers
Wow! What an amazing picture...you have created magic with this image--and the poem says so much about that homesick feeling that won't go away...
whoa!!! amazing poem, and nice photoshop work here! it's quite eerie how your statued face still holds life in it wow!!! well done!
What an astonishing photo, and the poem complements it wonderfully. Great work, MB.
That is indeed an astonishing photo and an uneasily good poem. It is too tempting sometimes to uninhabit the body ...
I first read it as desired escape, and then realized it is chosen escape. Whether it is one or the other, you have the unique ability to inhabit both!
I feel rebuked. In the best imaginable way.
What a terrifically creepy image.
It seems a side of you we haven't seen here, but I suppose that is what uninhabiting is all about. Powerful work indeed.
That image blew me away. Make it a CD cover or something spectacular. It's haunting and beautiful. I have no idea how you constructed it, unless somehow with real masks, real busts, superimposed over a photograph. Somehow Shakespeare's Hermione, in The Winter's Tale, coming back to life, the mother returning, even as you are 'disappearing' in the words of the poem.
This so resonates with me...'emptiness is not home'.
And dealing with that awful empty, empty...oy, oy!
'Uneasy escape'--I know so many.
I would not say, "This poem rocks!"; but I do say, "THIS POEM ROCKED ME!"
Oh my, the image is as stunning and troubling as the poem. What a wonderful visual artist you are, as well as poet. The face on the bust in your hands is yours, I think?
Hahahahaha!
Sorry, but some mordant humor's fluttering around in here. Pardon me while I open the screen door and let it out...
There.
I like it (pic and poem) lots...and the last line makes me come back to, and chew on the doorframe of, all those mystics I've been lucky enough to read.
I've returned several times to look at this image. It is disquieting. The stone face, in flesh and blood hands, with eyes that still see, a mind that still thinks, writing poems though disembodied. Interesting split of essence.
the image is stunning, and so are the words. I'm not always a great poetry critic, because I remain unsure how it all works, but the rhythm flows along with the complexity of the decision-making here.
Wow!
Clarity changes with viewpoint...stepping out can be a wonderful thing, for a moment or two!
:o)
alan
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Blogger of course, is playing with me this morning, so I did a double then deleted, sorry...
alan
each line goes deeper
each a reality in itself,
"emptiness in not at home"
looking at that image with this line haunts!
clever food for thought you provide!
Wonderful words as always and double take on the picture so very clever-did you do that?
Jean, je sui reconnaissante de votre effort!
Pat, thanks!
Marja-Leena, it is a disturbing image, no question, along with whatever beauty it may retain.
Floots, thank you very much.
Firebird, it is a kind of home sickness.
Snowsparkle, thank you. I find it a little creepy.
Pohangina Pete, thanks for your comment. Glad to hear you found it effective!
Mary, thanks for understanding.
Mermaid, it might be both, or neither.
Zhoen, sorry, don't take it personally! I agree completely.
Patry, this is what comes, apparently, of pushing harder. One never knows! Thanks.
Brenda, thanks. I'm not sure I'd want this on a CD of mine, though!
Chuck, much appreciated!
Jean, it is — or was! — my face.
Lori, your humor is appreciated! And I'm glad to hear you were chewing on doorframes, that's part of what I intended to provoke.
Robin Andrea, disquieting is a good word. Thanks for commenting.
Narrator, thanks so much for your response.
Wenda, thanks!
Alan, perspective is everything!
Corey, thank you.
Sue, yes I did do that.
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