Two pairs of hands very close to me.
One at my side bursting with ink
Scriptures flowering – bleeding – under the skin.
Half-human, for sure
Out to observe, absorb. Transform the lines
Of all them masters over whom she will be virtuous mistress.
Two – I hold onto them
(but in my eyes)
As metals do to magnets
As waves do to gravity
That leads the dance
bending the bend
stretching the stretch
pulling the push of invisible currents.
These silky feather-brushes lather paint onto the air
Bleeding colours from here – there – harp – snare –
Add water to the strings,
Chuck oil on the bass-
line to thicken the paste,
Burn the wood, the wind, the brass,
Then tame the flames…
I held them all –
Pair No. 1
The hands belong to my friend and artist, Iona Roberts.
See her amazing work here.
Pair No. 2
François Xavier-Roth, Les Siècles
Royal Festival Hall 02.11.16