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Still Life
Mar. 2nd, 2003 08:48 pmStill Life
A single image, the painter's version
of a moment suspended. Time held
in abeyance, infinity melds;
progression a background diversion.
We take our turn as still life painters,
empty of thoughts while the senses alert us.
Blake's eternity in the quieted hush;
Present past receding ever fainter.
And so I stand beside you still. A breath
captured in an inch of cellophane,
flickering blankly in slow moving frames,
all life a silent movie to ears now deaf.
All light and sound returns in twirling hue,
But the still life stays within my view.
There are moments in our lives that are like time out zones. You're all involved in your life and going along and then suddenly time stands still around you. There is no past or future just this moment, absent the judgmental little voices that chant from the back of our brains.
I think this last week the universe has been conspiring to put me into the time out zone. I was feeling really depressed and rundown all week and had to stay home from work on wed. Then on thursday morning as I was about to drive myself to work, my car died. On friday, dare I say it, I felt joyful and energetic. I got my car back and I think, "yes! I'm back on track." So of course, sat. I get a head cold. I have had to cancel a workout at the gym, a guitar lesson, a lecture on William Blake at the Huntington, dinner with Paul, and salsa dancing. The only saving grace is that turner classic movies is showing a marathon of academy award winning movies for the month of march. If you have to be laid up, it's best to have a good movie on.
A single image, the painter's version
of a moment suspended. Time held
in abeyance, infinity melds;
progression a background diversion.
We take our turn as still life painters,
empty of thoughts while the senses alert us.
Blake's eternity in the quieted hush;
Present past receding ever fainter.
And so I stand beside you still. A breath
captured in an inch of cellophane,
flickering blankly in slow moving frames,
all life a silent movie to ears now deaf.
All light and sound returns in twirling hue,
But the still life stays within my view.
There are moments in our lives that are like time out zones. You're all involved in your life and going along and then suddenly time stands still around you. There is no past or future just this moment, absent the judgmental little voices that chant from the back of our brains.
I think this last week the universe has been conspiring to put me into the time out zone. I was feeling really depressed and rundown all week and had to stay home from work on wed. Then on thursday morning as I was about to drive myself to work, my car died. On friday, dare I say it, I felt joyful and energetic. I got my car back and I think, "yes! I'm back on track." So of course, sat. I get a head cold. I have had to cancel a workout at the gym, a guitar lesson, a lecture on William Blake at the Huntington, dinner with Paul, and salsa dancing. The only saving grace is that turner classic movies is showing a marathon of academy award winning movies for the month of march. If you have to be laid up, it's best to have a good movie on.
