Wednesday, October 7, 2015

"Go inside a stone -- that would be my way." ~ Charles Simic

I published this tile back in December of 2014 (Exploring Depth with Hollibaugh).  This morning in twilight sleep, I remembered this image and thought immediately of two poems, Charles Simic's "Stone" and Mary Oliver's  "At Blackwater Pond." Since these Wednesday posts have evolved into enjoyable opportunities to associate creative works in different media with my own drawings, I was happy to stumble on these associations upon waking. Enjoy. 

by Charles Simic 

Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.
I am happy to be a stone
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in the river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill -
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.

Here is one more poem that comes to mind with the image of a stone:

"At Blackwater Pond"
by Mary Oliver

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled 
after a night of rain. 
I dip my cupped hands. I drink 
a long time. It tastes 
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold 
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them 
deep inside me, whispering 
oh what is that beautiful thing 
that just happened?