Tuesday, July 26, 2011

'The Intuitionists'...untitled works.

V.G.

Perhaps these reflections from the diary of Enid Baker are simply that...reflective streams of consciousness...I imagine that her experience of having been part of the audience during the Dada sound poetry performances in Hanover left an impression on her...each of her works remain untitled...as do the post card collages of Vera Goodman...sp.

the room
opened shutters
shadowed face
silent
pale
flesh mask

searching eyes
 unseeingly watch outside my door
music
slow
deliberate

a placid velvet voice
 floods the  lingering darkness
as uttered words swim
 to the other side of reality
a drowning chair
introduces me to a vision

the message deceptively simple
pain and blackness
mirror the limitless harsh blue of the sky

detachment

finger pointed
quietly in the end
like a drowning woman
trapped and immobile
fault
reason
instinct
recollection
indulge in wild flights
and there had been dreams.
E.B.



V.G.

2 comments:

  1. I just LOVE these images. Unsettling and thought-provoking.

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  2. the first image is particularly disturbing and wonderful. i like how you've place the poem(s) between these two.

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