Isamu Noguchi, The Sky, 1964Sometimes, I just cannot get to sleep. There would be a swirl of images, illicit, secret and banal, combining to lull me to the curving tunnel that seeps away from my consciousness. But I would wake with a tremble or two as I touch the glossy blackness of the planar darkness of the tunnel. I don’t know. Perhaps, this time it is a confluence of incitements to invest. A libido awakening to the see a clear blue sky with a threatening formation of clouds in the not too far horizons, it notices dew on the glistening blade of grass instead. The sky. A hole in my soul. The hush desires of the imaginary pierce through thickened symbolic fabric that represents me to myself. I am. There, a confluence of incitements. An annual memorial of delirious separation, its cheapened sentiments swam away in the gasping breath of morning air. A quaint visit of a forlorn heir of the patriarch, who in his sublime innocence embodies the very essence of the anxious countryman longing for the culmination of Effort. A meeting of long acquaintance, back to the pubescent formation of the first investment, of imaginary whipping of the flesh in the dim yellow shadows of oedipal incandescence. A brief prayer for a sensuous peer of decade past whose soulful curvatures I have edged and scraped. An extended peering into the depths of the psyche, as the admiring siren purses her scented lips in the returning gaze of the teacher. Incitement to invest. A dialectic indeed. The lack sublimates into the obsession of words, where images swirl but fail in the final instance of a single touch. The sky, the soul, does not transfigures, but is poised to fall and roll away to reveal the constant of the eternal hole.
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Beautiful yet mysterious
Only a human of art can
With matured intellect
Compose
Such fruits of grace
And tantalizing music,
To capture my senses
And my soul
Into the depth
To share
Of your dreams
And of your soul!
There is no hole in our sky!
uxasonlo
Mao Tse Tung once said, 'On a bland piece of paper, free from any blemish, the finest characters can be written and the most beautiful images can be painted.'
'A hole in your sky', may seem a bad thing, but in reality it is a positive thing. Emptiness gives rise to the desire for meaning, the desire for change and the desire for action. Best Regards.
Many thanks, uxasonio and shin leong, I do wish a hole in everyone's and especially, in OUR sky, without which we cannot dream. Or have nightmares, as Mao's regime eventually became. And this is my rebuttal for you, shin leong, a hole in my sky, or anyone's for that matter, IS reality. How we respond to it, how we desire to mean, change and act, makes it negative or positive. To know which way leads to bad or good, we have to understand the hole in our own sky. But how does one know a hole? =)
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