The dainty elegance of her white organdie,
the bouquets in the vases, like ladies who are careful not to touch
the alien color of the white tablecloth ,
and everything sacrosanct,
towards everything else untouchable;
the party goes on into the night.
She smiles, a vivacious, conquering, winning smile
and everything pales, lacklustre,
as she glides like a swan on the wings of intoxication.
Painfully, excruciatingly close
to the night of passion,
she fights the tears, hides behind the facade
of peals of laughter that open and close.
In the moments between the laughter ceasing,
and the sneaking in of silence when her mask falls,
he catches a glimpse of the shadow,
falling between the conquest and defeat,
and that is the moment for the wolf.
And a silent witness in another corner across the room
watches the precursors playing on her face and quickly reads
the fugitive marks of lament
for the buds not opening and dying in the seed .
By Sushama Karnik
the bouquets in the vases, like ladies who are careful not to touch
the alien color of the white tablecloth ,
and everything sacrosanct,
towards everything else untouchable;
the party goes on into the night.
She smiles, a vivacious, conquering, winning smile
and everything pales, lacklustre,
as she glides like a swan on the wings of intoxication.
Painfully, excruciatingly close
to the night of passion,
she fights the tears, hides behind the facade
of peals of laughter that open and close.
In the moments between the laughter ceasing,
and the sneaking in of silence when her mask falls,
he catches a glimpse of the shadow,
falling between the conquest and defeat,
and that is the moment for the wolf.
And a silent witness in another corner across the room
watches the precursors playing on her face and quickly reads
the fugitive marks of lament
for the buds not opening and dying in the seed .
By Sushama Karnik
Passion Flower Plays: A Performance!
Music: Empty Arms / Hughes & Herbert / Blanchard !!!!
https://vimeo.com/44541919
Music: Empty Arms / Hughes & Herbert / Greer
https://vimeo.com/44540569
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing,
In my veins, in my bones I feel it --
The small waters seeping upward,
The tight grains parting at last.
When sprouts break out,
Slippery as fish,
I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
(T. Roethke)
Image: Imitation of Life / D. Sirk
Listen, lay your head down,
close to the earth and breathe,
and listen, quietly,
you will hear
the sounds of waters rising forth,
the osmosis,
of the surface and the depth of sounds,
blending, merging into one
earthy sound
breaking forth
grains parting
and speaking
a new language
not yet known,
a tightness , parting
with a gentle pain
into the darkness below the earth,
the seedling tearing the cover apart,
and a subtle sobbing,
a sobbing of joy,
the joy of the seed, the earth and the sun
watching a stem braking into light
Music: Empty Arms / Hughes & Herbert / Blanchard !!!!
https://vimeo.com/44541919
Music: Empty Arms / Hughes & Herbert / Greer
https://vimeo.com/44540569
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing,
In my veins, in my bones I feel it --
The small waters seeping upward,
The tight grains parting at last.
When sprouts break out,
Slippery as fish,
I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
(T. Roethke)
Image: Imitation of Life / D. Sirk
Listen, lay your head down,
close to the earth and breathe,
and listen, quietly,
you will hear
the sounds of waters rising forth,
the osmosis,
of the surface and the depth of sounds,
blending, merging into one
earthy sound
breaking forth
grains parting
and speaking
a new language
not yet known,
a tightness , parting
with a gentle pain
into the darkness below the earth,
the seedling tearing the cover apart,
and a subtle sobbing,
a sobbing of joy,
the joy of the seed, the earth and the sun
watching a stem braking into light
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