saturday & sunday diptychs
Began working on another visual journal. Let's call this one little and the other one big. For clarity's sake. I have no plan for little. He's taking shape in my mind as I build him.
Okay, let's eat some poetry shall we? So infatuated with the quirky and strange!
Eating Poetry
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
by Mark Strand
Ahh, one of my favorites. I haven’t read it in ages. Thanks so much for posting. It’s luscious.
What a great poem, I loved it!!
Am gonna google Mark Strand 🙂
Thanks!!
The perfect poem for Halloween!
I am so in to writing poetry lately…not sure what it is, but your words are just divine!
This poem reminds me of a friend. The journals look yummy as well. I have a lot of old book covers, gotta get going, gotta keep up with Ms. Moss!
Yum! you are a poetry divining rod indeed.
The second diptych fooled me – it seemed one photo at first glance; the colors and tones were so coordinated and congruent. The first one had such clear and crisp color to it. I repeat a Yum for the visuals.