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Australian poetry, poem, poetry, sculptor, sensory professions series
March 31, 2011 at 2:46 pm
Have you ever tried sculpting? It is like that. You take off the bits that shouldn’t be there, like removing scabs. And as Monty Python said: “That’s how it’s done and next week we wil learn brain surgery!”
April 1, 2011 at 8:55 am
Haha – no I have never attempted sculpture, but I do like picking off scabs 😉 Stafford.
March 31, 2011 at 9:07 pm
I thought it was Michaelangelo who said he just removed the stone around the figure… or something like that…
Anyway, I love the way you’ve expressed it!
April 1, 2011 at 8:56 am
It probably was Michelangelo adeeyoyo – I think it is a common belief (a bit like the belief in a muse) – I just love the idea of the final statue being underneath the rough rock or slab of marble and waiting patiently for the sculpture to come along 🙂
April 1, 2011 at 10:21 am
I know exactly what you mean, Gabrielle. 😛
April 1, 2011 at 12:44 am
Love the way you convey the artist task.
April 1, 2011 at 8:57 am
Thanks slpmartin 🙂
April 1, 2011 at 2:13 am
what a beauty,
la forme et le fond…
April 1, 2011 at 8:59 am
Merci Benedicte 🙂
April 1, 2011 at 10:26 am
The form itself is a sculpture of words Gabe! I love this one muchly Aussie girl. 🙂
April 1, 2011 at 11:26 am
I couldn’t resist making a statue of words Val 😉 Thank you and big hugs from Oz
April 1, 2011 at 10:27 am
I also LOVE this new blog!
Thanks Val 🙂
April 1, 2011 at 7:13 pm
superb Gabe… poets like the sculptor, liberate the word!
April 2, 2011 at 10:28 am
Haha – yes, Graham – I feel another poem coming on 😉
April 3, 2011 at 7:14 am
You have transformed your blog with a new look, and that wonderful bird is perched very nicely in this new setting.
The less-is-more quality of this poem is very keen — sharply sculpted indeed.
April 3, 2011 at 8:13 am
Thanks Aletha – that is only half of the bird shot, but it doesn’t look half bad – haha. We have just had some more baby Gouldian’s – I must blog about them soon 🙂
April 3, 2011 at 9:53 pm
yes there’s always a sculpture inside every rock or log just waiting to be discovered…
April 4, 2011 at 8:10 am
Makes me want to take up sculpting 🙂
April 5, 2011 at 8:23 am
Perfect artistic expression of artistic expression 🙂
April 5, 2011 at 2:19 pm
Thanks bluebee 🙂
April 5, 2011 at 3:53 pm
After seeing that Doctor Who episode that was on ages ago about the stone angels that came to life I have been obsessed with the sculptures appearing on public buildings in the city. There are heaps of them and a lot of them have a religious connotation. Sometimes their faces look really sad. It is as if they wish to be free – so your image of the form locked in stone really spoke to me.
April 5, 2011 at 4:31 pm
I’ll be doing that now Selma 😉 – checking out all the statues. There are some fairy tales like that too – of humans and animals turning into stone under spells, and that sort of thing.
April 5, 2011 at 11:43 pm
Wonderful … and such true thoughts you’ve captured.
PS. I’m adoring the new look of your blog!! 🙂
April 6, 2011 at 8:52 am
I like this beach look too 🙂 though there a couple of formatting things I’m not too keen on (like only one column down the side) but you can’t have everything. Thanks Tracey.
April 26, 2011 at 1:31 am
yeah. aloha i mean. aloha Gabrielle. i too like this work a lot. i read the comments referencing Michelangelo. before i read them your poem evoked memories of his work tho. specifically work i saw of his that was not finished. that work floored me. the figures twice life size, emerging from standing stone blocks. it felt like each one of them could simply finish stepping out of the stone on their own and fling off the clinging bits that were sticking like soft mud to their fingers. you caught this same feeling – as if poetess/poet simply unlocked meaning by flinging down words across paper. way cool. aloha.
April 26, 2011 at 10:06 am
Thanks Rick – it would be so amazing to see the statues you refer to! I am in awe of the talent of these artists. I love your description of the unfinished statue flinging off the clinging bits 🙂
April 26, 2011 at 7:18 pm
yw. Gabrielle – i have some (old) slides i took of those statues at the time – but i havnt figured out my slide reader yet altho i tried it a few times a while ago on my new scanner. if i get that figured out i may have to look some of those old slides up… they dont do well in the atmosphere here. so a lot of them have gone… blekch. ..of course i may be remembering the statures better than the slides turned out anyway. bwahahahahahaha. i may have to post some retro stuff on my blog. . . some day. ha. aloha.
April 27, 2011 at 9:36 am
Retro sounds good Rick 🙂
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