WELL
start big
start small
move lightspeed fast
get down
to a snail’s crawl
be minimal
gray-shade
go full screen, fill
the frame, cartoon primary
in colour
have a circus
have
a parade
whisper love in an ear
wanting to taste every texture
in that
chocolate box of
secrets
gorge yourself on the full orchestra;
operatic
by inclination
feast to you drop
(drums, timpanis, the works
on the full sound symphony
vaulting to
the Heavens
getting the gods
to jive
and sing)
Oh you can blow some cool notes on your alto sax
break a bottle and slide those blues chords true!
can focus on
a taste or smell
the hint of something
hidden, exotic
on a lovers skin, in their eyes
map its presence across her or his body
always
traveling to its source
or see how beautiful the play between
symmetry and what
is
wholly irregular
treat this page as
here for choreography
as your Attic space
your
Shakespeare stage
these boards are where the gods of art and drama
Apollo and Dionysus can play
their game of
balance and contestation
a page
covered in blood of revelation, in
sorrow’ s tears
the voices of folk and incorrigible street laughter
the dialectics of history and power
that take
human shape and form
the parable which told at a sinner’s party
hooks an unwary publican like a fish
leaves him
gasping astonished
at his own sainthood
gospel
to flow
from that pen
Ah, yes, you can go panoramic or you
can zoom down the lens tracking
the tiniest of creatures
about their
life and death business
it is your factory, your workshop, wholly
your word-enterprise
each word fitting together in a mosaic
that could not have worked out better
each word
speaking to us
as if for the first time
to tell you
nothing
left
tell
the world everything you are
you have them
all
at your mercy
use
this power well so well