japonisme: High Wire Venus

04 October 2011

High Wire Venus


Some nothing afternoon,
no one anywhere,

an early autumn stillness in the air,

the kind of empty day you fill
by taking in

the full size of the valley
and its layers leading

slowly to the Blue Ridge, the quality of the country,

if you stand here long enough, you could stay

for, step into, the way a landscape, even on a wall,

pulls you in, one field at a time,
pasture and fall

meadow, high above the harvest, perfect

to the tree line, then spirit clouds and intermittent

sunlight smoky rain riding the tops of the mountains,

though you could walk until it's dark
and not reach those rains --

you could walk the rest of the day into the picture

and not know why,
at any given moment,
you're there.

Stanley Plumley

Stanley Plumly is the author, most recently,
of "Posthumous Keats:
A Personal Biography"
(Norton, 2008).

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Anonymous evan said...

So the dark figure falls
backward, arms out and
eyes wide, through the purple

door to another
world. No hint had
been given him

that he would be called
upon and taken
into this painting.

-Micheal Palmer

love the weird juxtaposition of a poem about a landscape & images of a circus...

this is the short version of what I'd originally written- whose bright idea was it to put the "search" button right next to the "spell check" button?

08 October, 2011 11:04  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

lovely piece, evan. truly.

and as you say in your poem-- letting go is not always expected. to walk above the air, you could be anywhere.

08 October, 2011 12:15  

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