My Teacher

October 17, 1992

 

 

I.
My Teacher

(We are all
Self
Taught)

told me this

(about art)

"A painting should have
light
and
air."

II.
Lit with startling
flashes

from the
atom-split
secrets
revealed
on
the canvas.

A brain
(here)

Transmogrified
to
image,

This maker
mover

brings
Moonlight
to a
windowless room

Floats

the
l i g h t
bulb

Saws

into two pieces

the girl

Fixes them

with skilled

breath.

III.
No trickster

this:

Dream weaver
seer through
dye maker
tool maker.

Whispered secrets
sable strokes

echo
(amplified)

in the
(not yet)
Conscious
World

Secrets mouthed

(later)

by Nobeled Midgets.

Obvious
(then)
(like)

Basic
Pedagogy.

IV.
You will see it

(rarely)

if you look
(many do
look)

Seeing's the trick.

See
its
light
Inhale
its
air.

Let the judgement bird
fly

South

Grasp

in a moment
a

billion years.

Hold it in your understanding.

Grasp
the
double
helical
Trinity:

in
that painting

in
the primordial soup

in
yourself.
you
see
Whatever
you
see
you
see
only
yourself.

For Dean Meeker