To paraphrase Stephen Scobie from The Rooms We Are
The rocks are not the seaFrank O'Hara Meditations in an Emergency "On Seeing Larry Rivers' 'Washington Crossing the Delaware' at the Museum of Modern Art"
The waves are not the land
This is dialogue
of a crossing by water in winter to a shoreAnd Scobie again "another" from The Rooms We Are
other than that the bridge reaches for.
All that is long past. Blank pagesI like how in O'Hara the words inspired by a painting carry us beyond considerations of pigments and pictures to poetry itself seeking the unbridgeable and it is with Scobie that we find that writing will not suffice. Not suffice for the paradox of living while at every moment slowly dying. Inarticulate. Impossible crossing.
filled with the finest lines will not recover
what we gained in our loss.
Forever in dialogue.
And so for day 1222