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Post by shayepoet on Oct 14, 2008 8:33:52 GMT 2
Ekphrastic Challenge for November 2nd
Seven in Bed
Louise Bourgeois (b. 1911- )
Link to source: tinyurl.com/439emh
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Post by ekswitaj on Nov 3, 2008 6:37:28 GMT 2
when none of us had names we lay stitched color of earth that fed us
grinning on silver & in naked arms bearing all one nameless name
who could call us I or speak of love in that photographed dream?
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evie
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Post by evie on Nov 4, 2008 8:03:41 GMT 2
I saw this piece in person in Paris this past spring! It is just as oddly disturbing in 3-D as it is in this photo. Influenced by the ekphrastic challenge and the nearby sonnet "salon," I am trying my hand at a sonnet about this work. It probably won't make it onto the board here, but I want to thank you for inspiring a poem draft that otherwise wouldn't have been created!
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Post by moira on Nov 4, 2008 8:21:41 GMT 2
Elizabeth, I love your poem! Evie's post picked up on what made it so difficult for me to write to the artwork - 'oddly disturbing' . But your poem is beautiful and turns the artwork into something beautiful too ... I think I may give up on trying to write to all these and spend my time enjoying what others create here. Hope yours does make it here, Evie xx, moi
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Post by giraffe on Nov 5, 2008 22:20:28 GMT 2
Slow Learner
A few of us have tried bedding one or another of the two-headed triplets of Janus,
but they clasp each other's past, kiss each other's future and make of the present an illusion so naked you can't help but hop into the Scylla/Charybdis of their sheets. My mother
told me to avoid the heady handsome ones, the soft-bellied thinkers so lost in their own crenelated visions of themselves, they went beyond Narcissism, not needing the least pool to reflect on themselves. Their certainty
was its own reward. Soon enough, I learned that being little more than an extension of a bifurcated ego gave me a sinking doubt of my own reality. Still
every now and again I really want to cook up that favored dish, see the doubly hungered look in his pairs of eyes, think how I might actually become past and future both, and of course, be very present.
R. Joyce Heon November 5, 2008
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