Spaces
by
James Shammas
(Age: 44)
copyright 06-19-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Rest among the trumpets and chants
Deep in the space between the notes
In Bach's 'Mass in B Minor.'
Dart between the drippings and drops
In Jackson Pollock's 'Galaxy.' Sit there.
Ponder the long interval of loaded time
Before you answer the phone at three a.m.
Or contemplate the bottle of vodka
Hid in the cupboard for vodka sauce.
(I'm told God stands between you and the first drink.)
And of the vast space between you and me,
Folding and unfolding like a new sewn blanket?--
Live and die there. Breathe. I'll pivot,
Poised to write about it,
The blank page a great space too. I'll
Plunge the depths between these "events,"
Empty spaces just as full: troughs-- inverted peaks--
Where your wild whisper is a thunderous roar--
Where all is hinged and everything matters,
Nothing-- really-- ever left to chance.
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wow. some of this im trying to understand but it seems too deep like im only absorbing half of the meaning ^-^ well, the half i did understand was fantastic, i really like your original style in this work
This is excellent Jim, This moment, the 'now' is all we really have. How we fill each tiny space irrevocably affects and changes the next moment, the next 'now'. What you see in Pollock's painting will influence the next thought you have, the way you perceive the next thing you see...Every choice you make shifts and changes the next choice presented. It's so extraordinary simple and so vastly complex I 'm not sure if any mind can truly grasp the concepts of time and space and self, but you make it look almost possible.
For some reason, that line "I'm told god stands between you and the first drink" floored me, knocking me back into the past and leaving me blinking and shaking. That affected me so much, I had to stop and breathe for a few seconds...mainly because it brings back so many memories.
This is a wonderful work...written with what seems a hint of contemplation, distaste and yet an unending interest in the world, and a vague mirth that echoed in the line about the vodka sauce. Great work, James, but what else should a reader expect from you?
Hmm...This is a very deep and intriguing piece. It made me read it a few times, but I finally got the drift of it. I like to think about possibilities and the enigma of life itself. What we do in certain spaces, sometimes, can be secretive. You misspelled, Pregnant, in your last stanza. I would also get away from using a word more than once. I recommend it with a dictionary! Great job!