At 516 Gallery in Albuquerque–tomorrow
Thursday, April 27, 5:30pm
Basia Irland: Reading from READING THE RIVER
Introduction by author and cultural critic Lucy Lippard
and I’ll be reading 1-2 poems about Irland’s work.
CONFLUENCE: On The Art of Basia Irland
by Miriam Sagan
Flows with its currents
Of ice and time’s seeds;
Polar caps may melt, drawn
Into warming seas, winding
Into a lost geography.
Water might be a library, an archive, a graphology
Marking the globe with endless patterned rivers
And each direction gives birth to wind
As you try to stay current
As if you might draw,
In moist sand, a flower gone to seed.
Or maybe it is seed
Gone to flower—who can measure all the hydrography,
Aquatic maps, and constellations, drawn
With a stick in dirt, to mark an estuary, a river
Or the heart’s currents
As they wind and unwind.
A rise in the wind
Across a current
Navigated by books of ice, a library
Dissolving in the river
Like converging lines drawn
Towards an infinite point. Drawing
Down the voices of the wind
That sculpt cliffs with the river;
To create a story, biography,
In which the past remains current.
We ourselves must join the current.
Ice turns to water, mist draws
Moisture from the graphs
Encircling the earth, seeding
A hope that can only be called river.
All rivers head for the sea, flow, debris, currents.
A seed is resurrection, you draw
A manuscript of earth which is everyone’s autobiography.