Saturday, December 22, 2012

Still Life Reviving



Naturaleza Muerta Resucitando, by Remedios Varo



Still Life Reviving




A moment
where pain fills then falls
from the heart's high point
draining out from

A flame
that destroys nothing
to build itself,
fluttering cloth in

A wind
circling buoyant,
that inflates without informing,
transports, supports, returns to

A flower
blooming without a pension
to pleasure a bee,
for a flame-juiced globe spitting

A seedspark 
that blows,
sailing match to wick,
no need to know why.

~December 2012


 Posted for    Poetics   at dVerse Poets Pub
Karin Gustafson hosts today and asks us to write to a holiday(or not)theme of presents/presence. This painting seems to me the embodiment of a presence unseen, life perhaps, as the title suggests. Remedios Varo(María de los Remedios Alicia Rodriga Varo y Uranga) was a Spanish-Mexican, para-surrealist painter and anarchist. She was born in Spain in 1908, died in Mexico City in 1963, making this one of her last paintings.





Image: Naturaleza Muerta Resucitando(Still Life Reviving) 
by Remedios Varo, 1963
All copyright belongs to the copyright holders.


20 comments:

  1. nice..i like the progression of this one.hedge...there is a presence there...a spark of life passion...i rather like the no pension to pleasure the bee lines....very cool...very merry christmas to you as well my friend...hope you get your stocking full...or at least a smile or two this holiday...you are away seeing your littles are you not? or are you back? how is the trip or did it go?

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    1. The trip is in a bit of a holding pattern atm due to a potential blizzard, but I did see my little one--not so little as he used to be, and it was great. Have a wonderful christmas with your family, bri.

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  2. Nice weaving of words Hedge, I like the seedspark ~

    Wishing you and your family Happy Holidays :-)

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  3. I love how you constructed this--the flow and the rhythm of it--Happy Holidays to you Joy!

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  4. wow, powerful. the seedspark of this for me is "blooming without a pension." challenging.

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  5. "A seedspark that blows...not needing to know why." Wonderful. Take care and keep warm, kiddo. Hope the blizzard blows away quickly.

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  6. A wondrous quirkiness here - I especially like:

    A flower
    blooming without a pension
    to pleasure a bee,
    for a flame-juiced globe spitting--

    Has echoes of Dickinson with a large dose of Hedgewitch. No need to ask why - great close (without, ha, being anti-science either!) Also liked flame with fluttering cloth--the whole thing--K.

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  7. well, i'm just never going to try to write again ~ it's a sin to call what i do writing compared to what you do. this is beyond perfection, Joy! my favorite of all your poems that i've read.

    i've read this three times and i think i could just spend the rest of the night reading it over and over again. damn, girl! are you sure you aren't the queen of witches? this is truly magical!

    i hope your back is better.
    wishing you the happiest of holidays!

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  8. A blizzard is just a temporary irritant. Getting to see a loved one is all that matters. Merry Christmas to you Joy!

    Hank

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  9. i found this very interesting in its parallels between presence and present...the unseen force that causes all the movement, that we can't see, just what it does.. great to see you in the pub hedge and wishing you a wonderful holiday time..enjoy the travels...

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  10. great write Hedge. Love the visuals and the pacing of this tale. Very cool in all regards. Merry Christmas and hope all is going well. Thanks

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  11. Happy Solstice Hedgy!


    Wow, I had not heard of nor seen Remedios' work. gave me a great introduction -- loved them!

    Here is one I loved -- and the one you shared is very cool.

    Thanks for the intro

    I love the surreal much more in paintings and drawings than I do in poetry -- well, accept when it accompanies a picture! :-)

    I love resting in "no need to know why" when that is the intent.

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  12. Your construct is quite appealing... a noun, description of action, and rationale. A blend of science and art on the page. Happy holidays!

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  13. I love Remedios Varo's art - I find it lends itself to poetry. The first words of each stanza invites the reader to view the artwork in a slightly different way each time, whether wind or flame or flower. I love the way you brought all to a conclusion in the last two stanzas. I could feel the movement slowing down.

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  14. I echo Karin, there is wonderous quirkiness here. I love your transitions, they are unexpected and somehow manage a crystal clarity. You are a match for the artwork which is like a festival of paranormal resurrection. My favorite is the "to pleasure a bee" stanza. I enjoy your work immensely, Joy. I always come to it with reverence knowing I will glean some new thing. some richly complex new thing that I often can't name. Thank you for your warm note on Baby Carrots. Have a sweetly merry christmas. I am looking forward to more of this in the new year!

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  15. Ah, I love these thoughts:

    "A flame
    that destroys nothing
    to build itself"

    "A flower
    blooming without a pension
    to pleasure a bee"

    And oh my, that ending:
    "sailing match to wick,
    no need to know why"

    I think this is about having a broken heart---the immense and overwhelming pain of thinking you have felt the worst you can feel only to have the flames of passion and then loss turn into a cold fire that consumes you far beyond your breaking point.

    The flame destroying nothing and the fluttering cloth are expressions of emptiness, powerlessness, weakness, the hollowness that follows sorrow.

    The third stanza strikes me as the person beginning to heal, to breathe and rise again. Moving into the fourth stanza, there is new love. Oh it's such a cycle. Starting out, there is nothing in it for the main character here. She is trying to please someone else knowing she will get little or nothing in return. She knows this will end in pain just like the last time.

    No need to know why---why the cycle of love and loss, passion and pain---when we cannot stop it or change it. It is our nature, as with the air feeding the flame and the flower feeding the bee. It's all meant to be, even if one is left behind having been consumed and not fed. One part of the pair is devoured, while the other is nourished. One emptied, another filled.

    This is a very painful piece, Joy Ann. But exquisite. The beauty of the language well masks the pain underneath. Much like the beauty of love masking the sorrow that follows. Impressive work, my friend.

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    1. Thank you Shawna. As always you read in depth. I was intending this poem to be more about healing than hurting, the flame burning in a pure joy of existence, or perhaps an enduring light of all that is good within us, and everything falling into place around it, coming to life, as in the picture. A very happy holiday to you and yours.

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  16. Life, and energy, pleasure and pain changing form but never standing still or vanishing. I especially like the second stanza, about the flame.

    My goodness but it's nice to be back visiting Verse Escape. I missed it, and you!

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  17. Very lovely, Joy. I love that pain fills, then falls away.......

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  18. I love how you bring in the shape of the architecture in the background as the heart...this is an exceptional piece of work, Hedge. Well done and I'm glad that it was featured for the challenge this week! :)

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