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This week's ArtSpeak: PICASSO offering is about a painting he did of lovers in the street.
I love this painting. It reminds me of that famous 1945 V-J Day Alfred Eisenstaedt photo of Sailor Kissing a Nurse in Times Square. Of course that one is a hello, while Picasso's is a goodbye. Either way, what a moment!
I've also been reading about how time doesn't actually exist and is only a human construct.
Which means, if we want to, we can live outside of time. I am all about mind-bending and time-bending, so why not?!
Read more about how to bend time here. Thanks so much for reading.
At the Station
If anyone can bend
time
it’s lovers in the street—
yes, soon
to be parted
but for this moment
melting
melding—
No words for goodbye
in a world
without clocks.
- Irene Latham
Irene, you captured the emotion of love without time. I have to tell you that after reading your poem twice and starring at the artwork I felt the moment Richard left me. yes, soon
ReplyDeleteto be parted "but for this moment/melting/melding—". He could not speak as the transport team took him to the hospice sight but our eyes met and I knew he heard me. This was the last time that I spoke to him, yet it was memorable. Many thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.
Please excuse the spelling error - signt meant to be site.
DeleteWhat a beautiful moment, Carol. Thank you so much for sharing. xo
Delete“Moment. Melting. Melding” Lovely alliteration to match the illustration. I love the idea of time bending.
ReplyDeleteSigh...yes, true. Those moments where time disappears. I recently listened to an 'On Being' podcast in which Joy Harjo talks about her measurement of time is different than what's typical in our current situation. She said something like this: Think of the oldest person you know that held you in their arms and the youngest person you know that you've recently held in your arms...the lifespans of those people are YOUR timespan. It's bigger than you. Isn't that just wonderful? It's just a delicious thought to ponder. I found myself asking my Dad who was the oldest person to have held me as a baby...it led to good chatting. Poor Dad. He's got to always wonder about his daughter who's thinking differently. Your poem brought all this to mind. What a gift. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting concept from Joy Harjo! I just learned from my mother yesterday that her mother was told, when she was about 8 years old, a story by her grandmother...that when she was 8 years old herself, she had come around the corner of her house and seen soldiers eating the pigs' slop. It felt like my lifespan stretched all the way back to the Civil War. A world without clocks, indeed! xo
DeleteOh, these kinds of big thoughts make my head spin! I've always loved looking up into the stars because of how small it made me - it felt reassuring to know that all my problems, no matter how big they felt to me, were really just specks in a giant sea of stars. Time is the same way - no matter how pressing the moment feels, time marches on regardless, as it always has. Nothing really matters, which is incredibly liberating, I think!
ReplyDeleteI'm living in Garden Time right now, in Caterpillars Almost to Chrysalis Time, in Finally We Can Open the Windows at Night Time at least for now), in Cicada Buzzing Time. Thank you for "permission" to simply let time flow and puddle around me.
ReplyDelete"soon to be parted" -- gives me that sense of it will need to be done by someone else, as these two will need to be pried apart :)
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