Hibiscus
The flower tumbles
I watch
She replaces it with a
blade
1
Memory is a mirror
that has no face
hibiscus keeps the woman
who has lost her place
Covet the key
worn dull by habit
the pop and the stutter
of deep rutted groove
Worn dull by habit
the secreted blade
slumped back lounger
a witness, a spade.
The secreted blade
squat sodden loaf
damp strewn news,
a squandered note.
2
Glint of desire
slipstream of dreams
distance transfigured
not what it seems
Spit slick the key
draw swift the blade
a puzzle-- a mirror
three sisters, a braid
Where shadow meets shadow
she floats the stair
lover, assassin
sandaled and rare.
Memory is a mirror
that has no face
hibiscus keeps the woman
who has lost her place.
Tags: The Yellow
Wallpaper, Picnic at Hanging Rock, eros and thanatos, strangers when we meet
At Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Susie offers “bits of
inspiration” via Maya Daren (1917-1961), filmmaker, poet, dancer, ethnographer.
Deren believed that the world of film was an untapped medium
for exploring time, memory and movement.
Her groundbreaking work influenced such artists as Luis Bunuel, Jean
Cocteau and David Lynch, among others.
In her seminal film, Meshes of Afternoon, Deren probes the
themes of memory, identity and ritual via a woman’s subjective experience of
familiar objects and domestic routine. Deren employs continued motion through
discontinued space to induce a trancelike state in which the ordinary is
suspended. As the woman descends
into a stuporous dream state, a vortex of raging and stifled energy
emerges. A play of repetition and
variation heightens her sense—and ours –of restlessness, claustrophobia and
anomie.
“And what more could I
possibly ask as an artist than that your most precious visions, however rare,
assume sometimes the forms of my images.”
Maya Deren
