Art and Life
NOTHING
No potato to stroke
nothing smooth
as a stone
empty-handed grim times
come on come here
like no other hung
hungry angry birds of prey
cawing with sweet melodious wounds
words emerging from some sacred hole
as the tea
cools.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 9.28.20
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VISITATIONS – V
Scattered visitations
from there to there
how does your book go Ken
and yours, Jack
where are you Lynn and what of those drawings
Carol how do you navigate what do you make
a word only from Gyuri
but I am guilty too
Feri your silence is mysterious
but yours B & J is not
photos from Ilus does Elöd paint
Laci and Laci I think of you
fondly
as Albert as Ambrus!
World visitations
fueled by impulses
other
than
those
currents
of normal days.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 9.12.20.
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HOW LONG – V
Waiting for the return
which will not come
the Lost Year s?
six months and counting
For how long now
have I been making myself invisible
three days of disconnect send me in a panic
of epiphany
Toughen up take courage but
after three solitary days
I look! and
the rage returns.
Why record the flailing
one individual like all
others or not maybe just the
small tracking of monstrous times.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 9.7.20
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NORMAL ABNORMAL – III
(Normal Like A Yo-Yo)
Normal one could
say human
responses to
abnormals.
Cling to
normal as wet fingers
clutching
the slippery life-saver.
Snuggle up
to mad reality
denial a more deadly dance
partner than madness.
Spin and bounce
rise and fall
like the blue wood yo-yo
on its noose.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 8.13.20
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SIMMER – III
OK everything in all
the usuals beans barley
roots leaves seeds
simmer with otherness
with incredulity then
back out to harvest
handfuls of despair.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 9.4.20
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SCATTERED – VI
Scattered
around the yard
the last of the firewood
waits
the workers
work
hammering
standing
brush paint can
shooting the shit
Hiding
behind closed doors
finding refuge
in words
men making
noise
surrounding
outside
my windows.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 8.7.20
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GREATLY SENSED – V
How does it go down
your way over
there far from
here distance imposed
is greatly sensed.
Do you sink or
bouyant head
spinning as questioning
rocks your core
I reinvent the wheel.
Like Sisyphus pushed
strong armed strongmen face
retribution for lust for
self- aggrandizing
guile.
Do you keep your
balance in purity
fatalism or
surrender to
I just work.
Are you well on
your raft alone or
befriended in touch
with only yourself
It’s a new one for me!
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 8.15.20
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GOOD USE – VI
No plot here
no conspiracy though
it could’ve been probably
just good use of
tragic
man made himself
what are you so
surprised at this is
why homo sapiens
created god
suffering at their own hand
as only humans can
making a dive now
for chaos for ugly
again
the good ones
merely careless
while the roaring crowd
relishing declination
gives delusion its approval.
But I meant to talk
not about baseness
but the undone world
as I knew it rebuilt
with some degree of care
on ashes of past conflagration
now like a phoenix a golem
molded out of breath and ash
mixed to paste with every sort of fluid
rising
again!
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont. 8.26.20
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WHEN THE HEART BLEEDS
What good do they do
these colors
these circles
like the sun
an eclipse that’s it!
eclipsing all that is right and good
leaving just the ghost of a black hole
don’t look straight at it!
the truth will scorch
your eyes
delight
in the papers
stained and puckered
lovingly
what to do with the eye’s delight
when the heart bleeds.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont (7.16.20)
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BIG LOOMING – II
The big looming
dark despair
immobilizes
Only the small
empowers or
is that saying too much
Maybe
grounding is all
that can be hoped for.
– Diane Sophrin
Vermont (7.6.20)
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Diane Sophrin