Ode to Stephen Berg #2

created with three Stephen Berg poems. Using a system to retrieve words then punctuating as seemed appropriate. [see ode #1]


A LINK TO THE TEXT

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Written in response to a comment from Dr. Veronica Sekules [Deputy Director & Head of Education & Research: Sainsbury Centre for the Visual Arts] at the engage[1] conference

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[1] engage: the national association for gallery education www.engage.org

A LINK TO THE WRITTEN TEXT

from the inside of the follow on piece to the previous post

My unexpected alone only suffers being I.

I’m keep writing and...

Feels, saw, looked, could rock face stare back;

its it open the a sky;

the children sat seeing there from worldless the cries here,

not red fire in voices: a the from inside everywhere.

Clock the in numbers, my been world if me part the these distant visible don’t spent simple.

Loss, mostly astonishing, says matter heart.

A I my these betrayed nothing now the see vacant light years.


link to previous post

Ode to Stephen Berg #1

The formatting on Blogger is annoying and difficult...so
A link to the written work

and the spoken piece

in progress

A LINK to a document - a work in progress. I think I will record it read aloud, it might become less work in progress then.
I'm making this link because I get frustrated with formatting on blogger! And the writing is then as I experience it - on an A4 page [in this case] of sorts, despite being a screen and the size of the page is mutable

identity

when is a line a drawing? when is it a string of words? what does it say? how does it say it? does it hang just outside comprehension? pegged onto dreams and missmelled memories?

leaf & feather

the thin line between leaf & feather.
skin. surface. scribe.
feather. leather. leaf.
quill. vellum. page

a word, just one word: llym

llym 1. strict adj. keen adj. acute adj. severe adj.
llym (bad tempered, spiteful) 2. vicious adj.
llym (taste, smell) 3. poignant adj.

I became caught up in a word yesterday. In the context that I found it - llym y llygaid: eyes, for lesser celendine - what does it mean? The petals are sharp, perhaps keen. Or could there be a moment of synesthesia: taste and smell transposed to sight?