I participated again in SPARK, a quarterly on-line art and writing collaboration conceived, coordinated and curated by Amy Souza. And again, I collaborated with Buffalo, NY artist Jennifer Fendya. By following the links below, you’ll see 4 pairs of works. In each, either Jennifer or I provided the inspiration piece (a poem or art piece) and the other had 10 days to create a response piece. In each response, you may detect a grain of inspiration that links it back to the inspiration piece, like the tiny grain of sand that the pearl forms around.
Please have a look at the four pairs, leave comments if you’re moved to do so, and look at the other artistic pairings on Spark 33.
News report: Police catch a pigeon carrying 200 ecstasy pills hidden in a little backpack.
flying love pills to the rave
I am trying to thread the eye of the needle
that sews humblebrag stitches
onto an embroidered pillow slip
that reads, on one side, look at me,
and on the other, oh it’s nothing really,
and when you wake up, you can turn it over
so you still feel the cool fabric
on your cheek, and think of me.
We buried them in shallow graves,
eyes up, under leaves and compost.
Now come the rains, filtering
to their faces, reverse tears, you say.
If only we could drink in the sky
and make our own starchy joy.
bike wheels are spinning
spoke prayers into the sky
whipping up praise clouds
And I forgot to mention
the best part — the arrangement
of the four staples — each spinning
clockwise from its corner
suggesting motion, a cycle,
continuity, la roue de la fortune,
like a Tibetan swastika.
I imagine your right hand
holding the stapler, judging you
to be right-handed by the shape
and flow of the haiku letters,
and your left hand holding the card,
the miracle of fingers and thumb
made for pinching,
how they shape a world.