I’d lost words
But with keen intent
Regained them,
In each breath
Paroxysms of purpose
Direct gusts of wind …
Tag: wordless
In Dialogue
The following was written in response to a symposium by the same name, Yom Kippur and the examining, releasing and power of words. In Dialogue Dialogue curation; The art of conversation, Of counted words And exclamations, Of rhythms and inhalations, Of politics and poetry In gagging law and commentary Noetics interfacing fantasy In iterate sachet;…
Doctor Who: Who, Doctor?
It is late and I have the kind of schedule that lives me dreaming of having my own Tardis. Instead I am journeying into a library in the silence. Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of Dr Who you get ‘word’, ‘cohort’, ‘torchwood’? This is a sweet-shop for a word geek like me….
In Conversation – communication as art
Creativity inspires creativity. Last night I was chatting with an artist and friend about conversations between pieces of art and pieces of music, poetry etc. Responses create further responses, layering ideas and ways of seeing whilst also peeling back layers. This is no new thing; artist enclaves have always been en vogue and perhaps often…
Salutation
In this poem I follow a perverse theme of mine, trying to put into words that which cannot be fully expressed with words. This is an exploration of the Sun Salutation of Yoga, which I see as a kind of soul salutation. Salutation Victorious breath, to release and rise Like undulating ocean, becoming open To…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 