For me the impasto technique in painting is similar to what I would consider a "pastiche" method in writing a poem-- particularly one with a narrative arc. The layering of detail--figurative language-- like building up layers of paint, is precisely what imparts depth. I've sat on this poem for quite some time having a long and hot debate with myself. As Virginia Woolf wrote, "I have (hopefully) unburdened myself of my meaning." xj
waiting for me. I would revive you in some other way, for answers.
But this is impossible. I write in the wind doing the next thing
and then the next-- the soul’s stained laundry. A casserole of blackbirds
calling to the hands, your faux religious fervor au gratin--
I did not mean to refer to you as a pair of eyes. When I last saw you
they were mercifully closed, tears at the corners. Forgiveness
is slow to leach into my heart from wherever it comes.
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