Tuesday, March 29, 2005

A NOTE TO THE DIFFICULT ONE

Sometimes the poems are interesting moments of my screen life, and every once and a while a poem hits me right between the eyes. I didn’t know anything about W.S. Graham and wondered how he escaped my attention this poem was really sweet to read and held me close with every word reading after reading I even imagine it is a poem that will help me to better understand how to paint my canvas .

A NOTE TO THE DIFFICULT ONE

This morning I am ready if you are,

To hear you speaking in your new language.

I think I am beginning to have nearly

A way of writing down what it is I think

You say. You enunciate very clearly

Terrible words nearly always just beyond me.




I stand in my vocabulary looking out

Through my window of fine water ready

To translate natural occurrences

Into something beyond any idea

Of pleasure. The wisps of April fly

With light messages to the lonely.




This morning I am ready if you are

To speak. The early quick rains

Of Spring are drenching the window-glass.

Here in my words looking out

I see your face speaking flying


In a cloud wanting to say something.

---W.S. Graham 1918-1986

Friday, March 25, 2005

PAINTING WORDS.....

I paint my words
Just as I write my paintings
The colours of words are as important as the vocabulary of a brushstroke...
Poetry shows out what is behind words
Just like a flower shows out the harmony of the world
Just by moving in the summer wind..
Poetry reveals what is universal in everyone's destiny But remains asleep in everyone's soul :
We need the poet's words to wake up...
I need the words of Rimbaud, Baudelaire and Michaux to look up to the manWho is behind my mirror..
I need the words of Essenin, Akhmadoulina and Brodsky to find out thatthe language of poetry is the same even behind foreign words..
.Su Tung, a Chinese writer from the 8th century, wrote about one of his friendscalled Wang Wei : "when I read one of Wang Wei's poems, I find a painting in his poem when I look at one of Wang Wei's paintings, I find a poem in his painting"