Monday, February 13, 2017
Jeff Skewes #6 Silk on the Road - Prelude
Intro to #6
Continuing my minor epic Silk on the Road I offer this piece after the intro 1-5 poems, which have introduced the journey, I call Silk on the Road which now must begin. I imagine this #6 piece as a prelude to the journey proper.
My plan for 52 was and still is to create / rework some 2016 /366 material to develop my broader idea of a journey that takes place (only) somewhat autobiographically during an inexact time set across the imaginary lands (that part-mimic those of the fabled Silk Road, hence the series title - although please think more magic-realism than historical and geographic truth) in order to form a more lucid narrative.
It's a 'road-movie' in a way, with allegorical references to my personal awakening, although the quest (of that) seems more to the truth.
I use images because these are either created for or because of the theme. It is intended my poems accompany the paintings and or vice versa.
Back to this 'prelude' ...after setting the sights and establishing a 'before / a past ' (#1-5) I aim here to declare my intentions to finally start the journey. In the last poem#5 an apparition presents and now there is no turning back etc...#6 Prelude hopefully speaks to the absolute necessity to proceed from the 'vision' of #5
I am unsure of this #6 ending – is it too swift, unclear etc / does it allow for it's next 'chapter.'..poem?
What of its middle and the overall rhythm pace?
The sacred has a way of concealing true meaning
in revered walls and glittering ornaments
ancient pages barely lit rooms
chimes, bells, softly chanted verses
is a conspiracy to blind acuity
until progress toward some elegance of what I speak of
some ancient chamber or forgotten ruin excavated
do those candles, flowers and incense become
anything existent, reborn promising more
than the thought of a lunch-time tale
commences without a map without a mask
in a darkness only a youth would conjure
beyond forests, seas, the deserts and dead ends
who slept rough in parks in-between couches here
there is nothing, no team no religion no teacher
still and stranded onstage timbers creak
each one-step a history, a battle neither won nor lost
below the law nothing can be said, of despair
finale's curtain's up audience gone only actors remain
no sound flowers art or poetry
so begin this divine comic tragedy The Iliad and Monkey
travel with their Sutras chanting the pilgrim's song
boil lead from gold making smooth the rough
navigate by braille, clouds and fugitive perfumes
trailing whispers of alive mystery adventure
silk on the road
image: Silk on the Road, installation 2016 detail 1. Desert sand rice paper silk synthetic polymer paint ink clay flower petals perspex canvas / jskewes