Autochthonous Art

The following poem is a first Poet-in-Residence attempt at composing art brut poetry (see the post immediately below this). The poem is dedicated to Vincent van Gogh.







Autochthonous Art

springs out of the soil
and germinates

to generate
in the Earth's
magnetic field:

paint a spring-heeled crow
in a winter forest
or a field of wheat.

Attraction (and repulsion)
begins
with the spinning
of the planet

and
the unseen
spin
of
the
atomic
part
-ic
l-
-e
fizzling
invisible lightning
into the mind's
cavern.

Dream material
settles deeply in a pool
with hidden chambers

where sinewy stalagtites
grow aureate ears
and eyes.

On gnarled and twisted trees
you may place your doctor's stethoscope
and on the knots
auscultate;

lend your ears
to the trickles of their hearts
and calculate

how
many
gene-
ratio-
n-
-s

________
gw 2009
*image: Wheatfield in Auvers
courtesy of BBC.