The Millennium Issue:
Future
Edward Walker
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Dust to Dust
The room, bathed in gloom, gray, narrow-walled, cavernous...dimly lit from grimy sky-lights, with the feel of an ancient catacomb. Two older men, face to face.
"Words! Words! Words! Must you suffocate me with your words? I have no time to spare for clever word-play, Roberto! Please -- allow me to attend to my work!"
"I do understand you Alberto, but listen to me, if only in fairness. You fiddle and model with clay, wire and plaster, obviously, but I craft with words ... please understand this and grant me my voice!"
"Si, Roberto, si...a truce, then if you will...a pact between us now -- your childsplay with words, I will listen to them in return for your silence after. Agreed? Agreed! I must continue with my excavations here in my studio -- it never ceases, my deadly work here. I struggle with each of them, unearthing one-by-one these newly-dead beings, can't you see? Please! Stop talking! Let me work!"
The Poet settles, rebuked into silence, his age-rounded shoulders, his time-warped back a perfect fit with the solitary studio chair, relic to relic. Robert retreats, drifting into reverie, where his work abides.
Alberto sighs a martyr's sigh, stirring dust into immortal life...
Footnotes to Museum Curators & Cognoscente
1. Never, ever dust-off a Giacometti! The Artist intended that dust coat the finished work, to convey the sense of Time...and Time is, after all, of the essence.
2. Frost's finest words must be said aloud, and allowed to settle like numinous clouds, like motes of dust, into jewel-like layers to be unearthed and mouthed in a timely, extravagant cadence.
~Edward Walker
Edward Walker: landscape architect, artist, poet, searcher. Email him.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.