NAPOWRIMO: DAY 8 AND 9 LATE, SORRY!

I actually did start this poem yesterday I promise I was in Anish Kapoor’s exhibition in Manchester Art Gallery http://www.manchestergalleries.org/whats-on/exhibitions/index.php?itemID=77 It was marvellous, and so interesting to see someone using women’s bodies, yes in an abstract way and in parts, in a way that doesn’t leave you feeling queasy and seeing dismembered limbs. I wrote this first one using the warnings on the wall and titles from the pieces and some of the materials etc, again as with all my found and sculpted poems I tried to use as little added language as possible!

Raw Heart

 

 

Please do not touch it’s raw, red in the centre

the sculptures turning the world inside out

1,000 names and blood, a void

Some negative box shadow

 

 

Even a finger print will damage the surface

of moon shadow, glass and lacquer,

the many flowers

 

 

thinking over many years works

Please hold me by the hand

Be aware that impact will permanently stain

Please leave red flowers

 

 

Please do not cross the void.

 

 

This next poem was written today from a piece of free writing focusing on one piece in the exhibition but attempting to use the artwork as a stimulus not just to describe but to write from it and explore my personal emotions and the sensations that tapped into. I started writing about the piece Void, which is a fibre glass bowl mounted on the wall coated in raw deep darkest royal blue pigment which to me looked like velvet. This piece I was really drawn to I found it profoundly comforting, when I started writing I worked out why. Its basically the best visual representation I have ever found for how I feel about the endless sky and flat horizon of Norfolk, which frequently appears in my poems, even here this month we’ve already had several references!

 

 

Void

 

 

I imagine that this is like being inside the song

blue velvet, dark as fifties crooners

Silencing as drinking ink,

flows in my nose and ears and mouth

not suddenly but with permission

I could crawl inside it and sleep soundly

dreamless, I imagine

its those nights dormicing in ripened corn dizzy and tipsy

drinking from the bowl sky

I can even put in the stars its lacking

it’s given me that august Norfolk night

in jagged Manchester

drink it it in and you will see why

sometimes,

I can’t breathe in this city

I have never felt so much myself

so much a part of all the world as there

no hustle just stalk sounds , owl and bat wing

you can almost hear things growing.

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The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

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