to Gaffney's 'The Good, The bad and The Ugly' sculpture. Lone
girl at an Irish Zoo, how she has set herself apart. She
is on a table which rests on a mirror. Claude
Glass, a Black Mirror, used for painting landscapes in the 18th C. Are
the landscapes memory landscapes? Or
Ingold Taskscapes? 1965
treetop canopy, a park with a cenotaph. A
lot of sky, populated by trees. This
hand mirror is Cleopatra’s Obsidian highly
polished mirror. Not
a true reflector black
stone of magnetic depth A
magnetic depth of prismatic black flecked with quartz. The
contemplative depth is much more about soul space. A Psychological
it is not a true reflection It
gives space for infinity Mirror To
look in it is
to gaze on the infinite, the sublime. Not
Newman’s sublime although
I think I understand the Abstract Expressionism’s love of black. Ad
Reinhardt, Malevich, Rauschenberg and its opposite Robert Ryman’s white, or
the gold infinity of Agnes Martin. The
In the Toy Cupboard.
I am a roll in the pocket
of your great coat.
I am among the toys in a big cupboard.
Yellow rabbit Marigold.
Loads of monkeys in a bucket.
Miekkel the Nurse Doll.
The tiny child’s basket chair with a fluffy red cushion.
The tiny white varnished grand piano with the tinkely notes.
I’m so small.
I can get right into the toy cupboard
and no one will find me.
Grief like a curled
fist strike ready like an unfurled fiddle fern
And all it takes
Is the sun
Full of mirthless
Furl your fist once
I want to enjoy the
I want it to give me
Not suck me down into
I will stand on the
I will let it wash
and ebb over me
And I will stand yet.