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.
I just LOVE these images. Unsettling and thought-provoking.
ReplyDeletethe first image is particularly disturbing and wonderful. i like how you've place the poem(s) between these two.
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