The following post is a reflection on an earlier draft post I was unable to complete at the time. I would like to share it rather than forget it –
Returning to this primary field:
First body completed by Blue
Blue is a person?
an organ of this body
sky of its land
An instant,
I am here, we are here
Blue last because:
elemental it has the greatest extension
the last colour to be named, so they say
impossible to describe
other than by the eyes
dark light, light dark
I believe I detect something
a glimmer or echo
of The Starry Night
I did not expect or intend
a landscape to be found
in the central detail
Van Gogh + Whitman
Vincent based his Starry Night
on Whitman’s verse
this is true, is in in Vincent’s writing
by his own hand
an intoxicating vision
painting as poetry
the poem as the painting
as painting is to poetry –
I really can’t allow myself to fall in love again
I falter –
how can I measure up to this?
I breathe, I am alive
I do not fall, am safe knowing
You will find me beneath your boot sole,
Along with Whitman
and Vincent, it is the only thing I can do
it is unlike anything else
We are deathless
I believe I hold his hand
and perhaps, he mine
and this is better than actually having met
because we might have disliked each other
though I think not
I join the thread of consciousness
that began with the first cell,
once upon a time,
when this whole marvelous
dazzling world of us
was contained in a grain of sand
and this is the section of verse
which inspired Van Gogh to create his
Starry Night
in all its boundless sublimeness –
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night!
