Actual Size Abstraction Actual Size Abstraction Seeing Jun 272009 Share this:FacebookTwitter 6 Responses to “Actual Size Abstraction” Peter says: June 28, 2009 at 7:07 pm I like this very much. I saw it and some time/days later saw this by Transtromer and remembered your picture: FROM THE THAW OF 1966 Headlong headlong waters; roaring; old hypnosis. The river swamps the car-cemetery, glitters behind the masks. I hold tight to the bridge railing. The bridge: a bird iron bird sailing past death. jd says: June 29, 2009 at 5:33 am I like the Transtromer poem, how straightforward it is until it turns in the last line toward mystery. Peter says: June 29, 2009 at 2:43 pm Yes I think it’s the hiddenness what’s hidden the poem/poetry’s finally “toward” or after, as in expressionism, where some exploded detail of murky reality starts to melt away a little but can’t quite reveal what isn’t visible anyway death tucked inside it. Pablo says: July 1, 2009 at 8:17 pm That image looks a lot like when I was in NYC last week among the concrete canyons. I looked up and saw a slice of the sky. jd says: July 2, 2009 at 5:32 am I see it (after the fact) as a vortex or whirlpool. Peter says: July 2, 2009 at 4:29 pm Sorry,just noticed, the last line of the Transtromer poem above ahould read: “The bridge: a big iron bird sailing past death” not “bird iron bird” as I typed it. BIRD IRON BIRD Shall I set as background to my life an actual size abstraction rather than how the whirlpool sliced and bridged me how I held on to that bird of death after all you were with me. Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.