Measuring Up: by Ann Biderman
To state the obvious, art is food for thought. Sometimes food is conceptual art. Especially salads. And how does a poem measure up? I don't have a clue. But what I do know, Ann Biderman is one-of-a-kind, and I'm blessed she's family. Here's Ann --
Exhibit F, evidence
ReplyDeleteSignature: a scout sent into the prairie returns with dog bones and a piece of chamois. Setting them down in the sand he rolls one over the other to compare tonality, instinct, message. The blaze of his edge belies his frontal gaze, and he cannot tell the story of what he sees,. Only this, he replies. Wicked sorcery on slabs of red granite recalls some sin of which we are not a part and cannot divine--scratchings, subdued lights, a circle of fears.