In a message dated 1/18/02 11:53:57 PM, [log in to unmask]
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<<        Drawing from Life


Two apples and a peach. The bruised pear  [Opening makes the reader want to
know where this is going - I like it.]

I replaced in the slick Tesco bag,

and the chequered tablecloth I folded

neatly along its pattern.

                                      So the fruit

sits on the polished wood, reflecting.

I have pinned a new sheet of paper

to my board with due tautness

and determination. Now I look

                                      with proper eyes. [Do you need with
proper eyes?]

See the colours and curves and the lines

which do not exist. Let the point

of the pencil trace out their relationships,

balance them perfectly in the space

allotted;

        considering, as I think, that one side

of my brain says that this peach is simply

a peach, like any other peach, categorises  [I like this detailed explanation
of the artist's conceptualizing.]

and dismisses peach,

                                    and the other side

sees this peach with special grace

so deep and unique that I could lose

myself in peach for hours

                    while somewhere

else an urgent hand counts time

like a Dickensian clock,upright  [dock, upright]  [very good simile, fresh]

and bewhiskered.

                             As I forget to think,

only feel the shapes and hues,

the luscious greens and yellows  [I like this color metamorphosis]

blushing into scarlet and vermilion

stripes like the tulips I held years ago,

soot-black pollen on my fingers,

taste of butter on my tongue,  [might try for a different image here]

the gold and apricot velvet arcing

against a dim blue plane of wall.


These are only three fruit, says reason,

set out on a board, but intuition

rolls them out like little worlds

and opens wide the gates of Eden.  [love this ending with the still fruit
analogy to Eden]


                         grasshopper >>

kol tuv, Ryfkah