By Richard Mather
Simulacra peel
Continually from the body’s
Surface, each image
Bearing the appearance of the
Part it belongs to.
A purposeful doubling, perhaps, but
Afloat they hang
Suspended as if unsure of
Existence. Only for a
Moment because then rapid they
Migrate like birds frightened into flight.
If no resistance is met, they enter the
Stroma to strike the retina,
Stirring sight. From there they
Impact the mind, invoking inspiration.
Not an engineer’s traverse of
Boundaries and contours but an
Intimate encounter where the
Artist’s eye moves freely
Over the body, possessing and
Enjoying it without measure.
Perception concurs in
One action: the effect of a
Single cause called intention.
But what is not seen is
Excluded; it is
Unreal or on its way to
Being unreal even in the
Place of its own non-appearing.
コメント