By Judith Pacht
precarious when my view south
looks back at me & as for place
(say it) a part of me looks down
& in trying to avoid visibility
it’s me my self & as for place
occasionally
I don’t avoid visibility
facing south
on the other hand sometimes
north is more precise
I know how shame lies
in & down know to avoid south-facing
visibilities
though north seems more precise
occasionally
squalls the gales cyclones shudders
in & down I can’t avoid
the variable (sometimes poor) visibility
squalls gales that shudder again
look down
shame looks back at me me the self
& that precarious facing
Phrases lifted from the BBC’s Shipping News Forecast. .
The concept “facing” from Frank Bidart’s “making” in “Music Like Dirt.” I played with the poem and the idea as though in a Pantoum.
Precarious
February 5, 2025
we raked
the decomposed
granite smooth
but
decomposed again
it cracked
when the earth
shook
in Fort Worth
I remember soundless black
massing around me
the tornado’s vortex
precarious as
this wildfire hot
enough to melt
my car’s metal flat
onto the asphalt
today a red light
flashes
reads stop we stop
others proceed
read red is green
deceive
again & again: red is green
I write because
this is my truth:
guard the flashing red
Writing, painting, composing -- the arts and we practitioners are connected. Our internal worlds let us invent and our inventions speak to each other in ways the external world can not. In a way it's survival, in another way it leads others to a core sanity, to truth.observation, introspectionThe scent of earth after rain, spring wildflowers on the hillsides, streams to rivers to oceans, unpolluted. Another uphill struggle to preserve the beauty of our planet. Writing, painting, composing -- the arts and we practitioners are connected. Our internal world lets us invent or create; our inventions speak to each other in ways the external world can not. It's survival, a process that leads beyond one's personal truth.




