2 x bitter. Here's beautiful Por Vida defaced for the second time. With the first assult, the mural was covered with paper which the muralists removed & then they repainted the mural. I walked by on Sunday morning to find her defiled a second time -- black paint across the faces. Why are folks so angery/scared about equality. Anger makes food bitter. And life. And for the life of me, no poems on Sunday.
San Francisco's Mission District is alive with murals. Amazing art. One of my go-to's is on the corner of 24th & Bryant. The huge mural on the side of the building changes frequently. Imagine these 3 images in a row. A new take on icons. I admire these murals -- nothing subtle about them. Good food can be both subtle & strong & vibrant. While you're gazing at this art & all the murals in the surrounding blocks, indeed take in some robust food. Indeed, Por Vida. Words are about to flow.
I've always been struck by cement and how a concrete block can result. No, not in the physical sense, struck. Why cement? Because something so solid has dings & potmarks. Fissures and cranies to hold stories & recipies. The occasional poem. And this beautiful flower, alas, I have no name for her but the search is on.
Besides, her name I'm on a mission to find purslane.
And what if this were a cinder block? The flower would not be nonplussed.
Ice, as with objects in general, has a sense of humor. Especially when paired with a pomegranate. Even when the pomegranate is dried and is between ice & alstroemeria it holds it's own. Imagine when it spills its seeds in a spinach salad.
Don't you think the alstroemeria (freshly picked) wishes to come forward. That's the wisdom of editing. Or perhaps, the call & response of objects.
Isn't it interesting, that if we check back in a year the following 3 outcomes are likely:
1) ice won't melt;
2) alstromeria won't wilt
3) the pomegranate will not reinvent seeds
And certainly much will be edited -- meals & poems, in particular. Susan & I will continue our delicious word-folly.
Projects are containers and since May 28 (and running through June 27), I'm making one visiblink poem a day, using the app, SketchBook. What's a visiblink? It's a visual blink (poem). I make the image & then a poem in the speed of a blink, finds the visual. Think of the mouth finding the stuffed orange roasted pepper with rice/kale/walnuts/roasted tomatoes/oregano/pepper/cheese.
Perhaps, projects are invitations. Meals, certainly are.
Light is language.
A dining table with stenciling is language.
Cartography is language.
Food is language.
Gesture & conversation, too.
Purring, for sure, is language.
Silence is language.
What isn't language?