Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Night Fighter


Creation of the Birds, Remedios Varo




Night Fighter
A Fantasia

Night fighter
mistress of owls
holding fog like memories
in grey branches

overturning the clumsy
pushcarts of cruelty
with the violin wind of your flight,
you pass me singing---

With heart for a little wing,
 foot for a thimble boat,
how far from here
could you fly or float?


Apártalos que voy de paso, by Remedios Varo


 
Lady of the sky
sitting in your tree of suns, or
stepping on two dead moons
caught between your
curled toes, who
walks behind you?

Your feather fingers
are far away
as the optics of birds or
the noodles of infants that
wiggle safe within 
the multi-stinged hive.








Whisper to me
once again
of who
who
who I am
who I seek.




Star Catcher, Remedios Varo


Men with healed scars, with bright
rings for pale women's arms;
I see only lozenges, moon-cagers
white starfish crucifixions


dust mites netted
in a prison of dreams
who don't wake up to dance
or break out in a lightbeam
twirling

who forget the tiny burning,
falling in
a spiral of smoke.





Night fighter
not every match
extinguished
lights a candle, 
but


every star not fallen
burns on.


~July 2013

Night Fighter, Remedios Varo



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Kerry's Wednesday Challenge: Rhapsody
Kerry O'Connor challenges us with another meme based in musical composition, the Rhapsody. She has broadened it to include its cousin, the Fantasia (described as  "1. A free composition structured according to the composer's fancy. 2. A medley of familiar themes, with variations and interludes.") which is where I've gone with this, while trying to keep some of the feel of a rhapsody's unstructured, impassioned  and improvised form. As always when I think of the truly fantastic, I've turned for inspiration to the artwork of 20th Century Spanish-Mexican, para-surrealist painter and anarchist, 
Remedios Varo Uranga(wikipedia).Thanks for a true challenge, as always, Kerry!








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31 comments:

  1. Moonbat.
    I'm dancing with a Magic Broom as we speak.
    I'd LOVE to be your Apprentice.
    You never fail to Dazzle!!!

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    1. Thanks G--I get the feeling you are a very unfallen star. ;_)

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  2. some really cool lines there..over turning the pushcarts of cruelty...hey i like that heart...that she can tell you who you are as well...the not every match extinguished lights a flame...that is my fav line...and the stars...smiles...

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  3. Love the plea to tell me who who who I am. We look to our animal guides for such wisdom. This is rich and satisfying.

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  4. When I set this challenge, I could only hope for something as magical as this... It will set me to rhapsodizing!

    I think you have more than achieved the medley of various moods around a common theme, and I love how you integrated Varo's paintings within the frame work of your text. Each little choral interlude just rounded it off for me.

    Exceptional work in conception and execution. This is inspiring.

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    1. Well, it definitely was structured according to the composer's fancy. ;_) Thank you, Kerry. It was, as always, a great challenge, and got me writing, which lately has not been easy.

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  5. This is so gorgeous...so much in it to love..I knew you would find the magic in the challenge and translate it into your verses. Mine seems so silly next to this.. :)

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  6. Deftly woven, dreamlike, and a strong close.

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  7. I just posted and came here... I find it remarkable how many of the same words and general ideas appear in our poem posts today... maybe we are on to something after all.

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  8. Stunning, Hedgewitch!! Absolutely awesome...I love your who, who, who stanza SO much among many other favorite parts...there are so many unique exciting pieces. I just love your approach, responding in an ekphrastic stream!!

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  9. I read yours and almost didn't post. I was impressed and intimidated. Honestly. Thank you for the encouragement.

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    1. I enjoyed yours, LaTonya--I like it that you weren't afraid to try something difficult, to do something different. Everything I write, I feel like I'm leaping off a cliff. ;_)Thanks for reading.

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  10. "Lady of the sky
    sitting in your tree of suns, or
    stepping on two dead moons
    caught between your
    curled toes, who
    walks behind you?"

    I couldn't help quoting that. I just love it.

    This whole piece is as intimate and ethereal as a whispered dream.

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  11. Actually a lot of these lines came after waking up from dreams--that's when I'm trying to write in the dark, and in the morning can't read what I wrote. Really aids the creative process. ;_) Glad you dug it, MZ-thanks.

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  12. There are not enough superlatives in the English language to do this justice ........ to sleep, perchance to dream.

    (and I thought folks would laugh if I told them I keep a notebook and pen next to my bed - there are family members who would)

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    1. Let 'em laugh, Helen. We know who's having the real fun. ;_)

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  13. For me, this got stronger and stronger as it moved along. Perhaps I have a sense of camaraderie with dust motes. great Donnishness - (go and catch a falling star, get with child a mandrake root) very much with your own take on it. Great visuals too both in the words and in the pics. k.

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  14. hey hedge

    I hope you are feeling better my friend!? what a superbly perfect set of pictures. I have to admit I have long been obsessed with the top image. it really touches upon the nerve of my preoccupation. The title has total mind suck for me too and draws me deep into your creation from the go pint.

    as the optics of birds or
    the noodles of infants and starfish crucifixions . . .

    you just keep ticking off my obsessions within the frame work of my prime mover, that being poetry and on such a scale as to be macro and micro simultaneously and splendidly rich then as the finally kicks in its afterburn wake you drop the Hendrix bomb which I turn up at 4:34am on the back of a British salmon sunrise with scudding fluff and the river out my window and I have a feeling everything is going to be ok.

    it may not last but it did happen.

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    1. "Take anything you want from me...anything..." yeah that's a hard one to find, but when it happens, everything is alright, or as we used to say, 'everything is everything, man.' May the salmon spawn a roman candle morning over your river, my friend. Thanks for reading--thanks for writing.

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  15. This is exactly what I can never write... now I want to go bury my head in sand. Love the journey you take the reader on - the paintings are so fun and your words flit and twist and paint colorful images ... marvelous and so creative! Hope you feel well soon - hate to think of you struggling with illness/pain.

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    1. Thanks so much, Margaret. Now you know how I feel when I look at your amazing photography,like I need to throw my camera in the nearest dumpster. ;_) I am feeling much better, and off all the meds but Aleve, so life is good.Hope your summer is settling down.

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  16. WOw great images, words and video - love combined multi media effect

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  17. Love your entire piece Hedge, it came across to me like two people in whispered conversation ~ The closing verses burn bright, superbly written ~

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  18. Your fantasia begins with frivolity and wonder. When you bring two dead moons,infants and hives together, the reader realizes there is much more at stake. Everything that has gone before is just beginning here again. The whispered refrain brings that feeling to my heart, the one that brings tears to my eyes, and it is not so much sentiment as it is the overwhelming sensation that I am the Owl. Owl feels certainly like the wisdom of creation--and destruction, but also brings home the ferocity of nature. And the stanza beginning "men with healed scars" seems almost impossible while it evokes for me the whole personal evolutionary process-- dust mites and starfish crucifixions to every star not fallen. absolutely wonderful poem, hedge. And so very cool that my poem owl has a coccyx bone, too. You always inspire me to write longer and fuller... neither of which I do well but haven't given up on.

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    1. Thank you Jane--I envy you that ability to write small and create huge--I can only very occasionally hit the right notes with that sort of poetry. AFA the Owl--what a symbol/totem/identity/adversary/spirit guide she is. And yes, the ferocity...but in this world, that can be what you need to stay alive. I'm so glad the refrain worked--I worried a lot about the repetition not ringing true, so thanks for the affirmation, and for reading, as always.

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  19. So many stellar and fabulous lines...the whole poem sings, hedgewitch. As always, a pure delight to read your work. Just beautiful. Hope you are feeling 100 percent soon. I am behind, too, as I tore a tendon in my shoulder and having a sling is slowing me down (pain is a whole other subject), but physio is helping. And we got sun today - first time in ages - so things are starting to look up. :)

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  20. Joy Ann, this is a tour de force of poetry. Absolutely breathtaking write.

    Pamela

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  21. I like the rings for pale women's arms, and also that the "Mistres of owls" is followed, later, by a chorus of "who"s. Lovely, delicate in places, and in others, stingingly immediate.

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  22. I felt like I was drifting to sleep in a see of stars and fantasy. That felt like the perfect bedtime story, cuddled in and listening while the images came to life and stayed with you long after you close your eyes. What an awesome tone and rhythm...exceptional dear Joy...

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  23. Hedge, this fantasy is that mix of silverfoiled beauty and fanciful, "safe" danger that is the mark of a fable. There is too much to comment on... I must say, the final lines put the whole thing into perspective. Burn on, fierce candle! Amy

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg