.
Lately, straining to be decorous,
my colored pens and pencils
have begun again to crave a thin
containing outline of the kind their
blunted dried-up forebears used
.
to wrap around much simpler
shapes and creatures years ago.
Drawings cleaving to a limpid flow
were thought more tasteful then,
as who could say they weren’t?
.
Then in the middle of their restless
disbelieving strategizing heart
was bred collectively an ideological
deterrent to confining line, which
caused each sketch of scapula
.
and spine and clavicle and radius
and humerus and pelvis to contract
artistic osteoporosis which induced
their melt-down to a destiny which
made the formless stuff unsellable.
.
Be done with the amorphous!
Why pretend to hold what once
was told untellable? Crisp indelible
exactitude is now the cure they’re
very sure they must pursue.
.
That’s what, directing my slave
hands to hold them hovering above
the vacant sheet below, my colored
pens and pencils then went down
to do. Detail the secret view.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment