Columbus, Ohio. Poem & Images Miriam Sagan

Finally On Our Own

river roll
under James Wright
bridges

freight train
crossing
in a dead language
I couldn’t begin
to claim kinship

confluence
of this
and something else

remnant
column
of a deteriorated
neo-classicism

an invisible
watershed, or wellspring
mid-western     manners

what you wanted
was simply an insert
in an industrial scape

praise or curse
so far from the deserts
of my
     awakening

wind, lead
coverlet, shroud
not everyone
lying down
     was dead
some were
     in the bathtub

some were dreaming

on the dotted line
a nameless bird
flew
from here to there
unaware
of the horizon.

Images by Patricia Pearce & Poem by Miriam Sagan

I love this artist’s work–here are some stellar examples from the Book Arts show in the round house.

And a poem I wrote for her some years ago as part of a Vivo Gallery collaboration.

Borrowed–Unreturned

What is in the sealed book?
Pages embalmed in wax:
Question or obsession
Taken from the vanishing lending library. Truth
Must speak, even as it leaks,
Something served
With a slotted spoon.

Secrets like an Egyptian tomb
Beneath this daily life
Not just the past
But those aphasic dreams
Where things seem
To be of equal weight
Like trying to cross a border
With a suitcase full of composting leaves
Foliage chosen for its skeletal shape,
Notes from a B flat clarinet
Low oboe and bassoon,
A sound without teeth.

These leaves must turn to topsoil
These pages to silverfish
This mirror to a mask
This thumbprint to clay cuneiform
Line of dominoes
Greasy pack of cards
Classification of seashells
Collection of raindrop fossils–

Where these things meet
They spell your fortune
Name where you dwell, the house, the street
Where you will be happy.

Orange Colander

My lesson was to focus the camera on it, not the background. These haven’t been edited because I’m not up to that yet!

I focus the camera
on the orange colander
as if it were
a naked goddess
carved in marble
or gilded Aphrodite

Paul Eluard said: “There is another city and it is within this one.” Neil Gaimon uses that as a way to explore magical and parallel realities. But I heard it originally in a Zen context where it refers to something rather different. However, I need to stop thinking of the concept as a To Do item.

The pink saki bottles were harder. It’s easier said than done–to focus.

Clouds by Laurie Tümer

Do you have an image of the perfect way for your audience to experience your work?

Last year I had a reading of essays from my book Night Writer (my essay and Eddie Tafoya’s) at the Espanola iconic liquor store/bar Saints & Sinners. It could not have been a more perfect place to read/hear this particular work as it was an affectionate and badass homage to Espanola that had pictures of the place Saints & Sinners too. There were snacks and mixed drinks! I tend to have different “perfect” locations in mind for each of my books to be read and listened to — “intimate” events at small spaces. The essays in my book CLOUDS (images and essays) are scheduled to be read high on a hill at a friend’s gallery in Cordova as close to the clouds as possible!

Laurie Tümer

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I just have to say that the perfect way for me to experience this book is to be delighted I have a copy I can look at any time. It communicates utter transcendence. Here are some images from the Photo Eye site–
http://blog.photoeye.com/2017/03/laurie-tumer-clouds-new-work-and.html

New Work from Piper Leigh

Sundays in Galisteo

August 13 & 20       3pm to 6pm

Installation of Current Work

Piper Leigh’s Ancestors, Mothers & Muses series

The Forest Pilgrim & the Red Thread Ancestors
Installation using mixed media, cloth, photographs and poetry
including two new chapbooks

 
Catherine Ferguson’s Gallery
6 La Vega
Galisteo, New Mexico