Wondering I, poem (2017) used as Nacre Journal 01 editorial
Wondering I.
If the world is an oyster - I am its pearl.
Gathering layers of nacreous sheen
secreted abundantly
by my local domain.
The world turns and so do I,
Iridescent - my coat is a shifting glance.
An angle glimmers with hope
touching my round body as it appears to beam
cobalt
lilac
magenta etcetera
Slippery
my surface invites touching.
The shells are gathered by anonymous hands:
once heat set
we, you and I,
appear together on a string of events,
sitting idly on a neck of a debutante.
Her solar plexus is burning with anticipation of a predetermined kind.
Beginning as traveling particles of dust,
hurrying through textured terrain,
we settle
to inanimate state of ideal.
The likeness of ours
can be stamped,
cultured
to fill other needs.
Needs to appear
far from the buffed surface,
flavored if so but dimly lit.
Buffering,
depression light struggles against the day’s repair,
re-routing pathway of dispossessed
to the shells of the newly devised
acrylic seabeds
sprinkled with rare earth mineral glee.
(2017)
Wondering I, 2018, Banff Residency Studio
Presented next to video of same name as a reading performance at X-disciplinary Congress on Artistic Research and Related Matters @ VDA Vilnius(2021) ➺
