Next poem is called "Granite" for John Torres
This poem has a speaker, and the speaker is a sculptor.
"The thing is not to conserve mass, he says,
but to release form.
The figure, it is space makes it.
Granite now, it is another figure, crystal grains.
Odd quirks, flaws to be made life of.
Eyes walk into it, led by details.
Is there, they ask, a way out?
The way in."
I'd like to read that once more.
"Granite, the thing is not to conserve mass he says,
but to release form.
The figure, it is space makes it.
Granite now it is another figure, crystal grains.
Add quirks, flaws to be made life of.
Eyes walk into it, led by details.
Is there they ask, the way out?
The way in.