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Excerpt
SPIRIT PHOTOGRAPHY
Where do we reside--
in our beer commercials
or somewhere outside of theme?
Culture's mirrors
are all one way,
but if the soul
were photographed
would it really be
so predictably vague
and out of focus?
Look, there is the ghost
of a hand,
a family of shadows
stepping out of the sea.
Romantics--
where there is only smoke
we all find someone we know.
Yet the clearly visible
is more mysterious by far.
Our own breasts, arms,
legs, mouths--
unrecognizable
bodies
we can no longer see.
DETAIL
Not the mansion
but the gate.
Not the cloth
but the crease.
Not the face
but the nose.
Not the speech
but the tone.
Not the pomegranate
but the seeds.
Not the nest
but the egg.
Not Ophelia
but her bouquet.
Not the torso
but the arm.
Not the ship
but its sail.
Not Courbet
but his dog.
Not all of Kerouac
but certainly parts.
Not Madame Bovary
as a whole
but as a collection
of individual details
textures, perfumes
that the mind carries off
one at a time.
And always, always
there is the eye
separating, isolating,
calculating difference
like profit and loss.
SELF PORTRAIT AS YOU
Always receding
you are
what I come out
to see.
You
"multi-you"
who shuffles the cards,
who never comes forward
but simply appears
on a roller coaster
or looking at the waves--
the static poses
in which I multiply myself.
In a sense you are
what happens to me,
speaking through events
or when you choose
through aura's last residue
of touch--
the product that says "buy me,"
the object that glows.
When I understand
I see
and when I am tired
or confused, I have
nothing to show
that sliver of the whole
that is just you being you--
a new moon which grows the old
again and again, but different
each time. Tonight's heavy as
an enormous peach
drooping over a side street.
The light a fragrant slant
that lingers through next day
changing
as you yourself shift
from lover
to father or mother,
from singer
to silence,
then back to song.
In you
I view myself
at a distance
yet from there
you always seem
more real than me
more able to move
or think or speak
while I can only
write you off,
dreaming of a conversation
where voices don't match faces--
Heidegger's words
in Marilyn Monroe's mouth.
Today seventy percent
of the population believes
in angels, but I don't think
of you in such sentimental terms,
except at times
you seem like a woman,
at times a man.
Impossible to determine
sex, age, race, height--
the answer enfolded,
enveloped somewhere out there
in the head-over-heels blue.
What is the sky anyway,
but a reply to the earth.
(Continues...)
Copyright © 1998 Elaine Equi. All rights reserved.