It’s been an interesting coupla weeks out here in the interland*. As you may recall from my previous few posts, a brushfire of sorts was started by my new friend, Karima Hoisan, who wrote a poem based on my painting Bang!, giving me a fresh view of the work itself. After mentioning that backdraft of inspiration in one of my blogs, Karima asked me if I’d like to try creating something from one of her poems. I said, Hell, yeah! She chose a poem about a fiery stampede set loose upon the world, apocalyptic in all its thundering fury and yet containing a sense of relief at tumultuous inner forces finally having been set free. This is the poem:
for D. R.
Now the ending ends,
all words exchanged, the gate latched,
they are not wanted back,
those galloping horses, galloping away
Columns of flames, oranging the onyx sky, cobalt blue
Running riderless. unsaddled, reins askew
crossing river rapids in one moon-glazed splash
wild whinnying with their heads thrown back
trampling just about everything in their path.
The gate now padlocked securely latched,
they are not ever wanted back,
those galloping horses galloping away,
their long black manes, sparks flying,
while the bridges are burning behind them.
April 25, 2009
San Jose, Costa Rica
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Above: the painting, entitled War Paint (click to enlarge; the bigger it gets the brighter it gets:)
*interland: a new world brought about by the intertwining of two existing worlds. at least, that’s what I call it.