67. CONSTANTIN BRANCUSI: A SPACE BETWEEN THE DEPICTED AND THE DEPICTOR.
Brancusi - Centre Pompidou - PARIS.
Sparkling marble - melded to stroke a face in tender reach - a caress of strokes - pound a million grooves to form a smooth.
A learning of sacred objects - loaded - extracted artifacts as exotic fashion - to mimic in verb to form haute erotica - these fevered studies inspire iterative fantasies - as scribbled lapis lips - to kiss the page as crayoned desire - to be conjured into a life again - to capture the air of change in the stone of a quarried mind - to be birthed through violent rhythms - to be-come a new - gleaming - cast to form - beautiful - yes - while eyes remain closed. Do you see me now?
A babies face - fast asleep - morph to form - to awaken to recognise tiny features from the amorphous gleam of the cellular start - exposed in vitro - to incubate studies from the quilted and cradled - to expose alone - pourously milkless - to become an example - to doze on a tiny carpet of precise shadows.
La Muse endormie, 1910.
Golden as Nefertiti - to lay next to you - to begin to listen - a tender reflection behind the glasses to perceive the brilliance - from the pressing of curiosity - but to protect from the chill of reality - when the imagined warmth of a breath felt as I rest closer - of wet hair combed back and the architecture of the arch - gliding as a wing.
To concave the room and hold a light within - the curving gleams to invert a moment - to mirror these shadows - falling forth to pool a reflected twin - as the dreams of memories pour and I reimagine a past.