Ophelia’s Soliloquy

Below is a poem I wrote and read at an art opening by John Kotula at AS220 in Providence last night. John’s installation focused on 100 Ways an Old Artist Can Die, his way of slapping the hand of death as he celebrated his 70th year. He and other artist friends created pieces of art that showed John … well … dying.

We were asked to write a poem in response to a well-known piece of art that illustrates the death of a famous character — mine was Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais. Actually, another artist took photographs of John in these death poses, too. It was a little freaky to see John posed as Ophelia. Anyway, the show was a bit out there, but really interesting and very well done!

Ophelia is the young woman who is in love with troubled Hamlet in Shakespeare’s tragic play. After lots of horrible things happen, she drowns in a river and is never seen again.

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Ophelia’s Soliloquy

Response to Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais

You were wrong, my dear Ham.
The question wasn’t: “To be or not to be.”
But how to be in a world gone mad.

Not to be is easy. Just climb a willow tree
with branches as brittle as my father’s bones.
Reach for what you can’t have – I’m good at that –
and fall without grace – something else
that comes naturally.

Then land in a rushing stream,
eager to take you anywhere but here.
Let the current hold you, caress you, sing to you.
Let it flow – and then, let go.

Wear flowers in your hair and around your neck.
They will speak up for you as you could not.
Daisies for innocence, the sweet rose of May,
forget-me-nots, a garland of withered violets.
One dead, red poppy.

Their meaning will not be disputed,
as mine was by those who swore their love –
my brother, my father, my handsome prince.
In life, you all nailed me into a coffin
and now I float free reaching for the sun.

Who knows what dreams may come,
my sweet boy? Now that I am free to dream.
Now that they won’t die behind curtains,
or damn me to a nunnery.

Remember what you said so long ago?
“Doubt thou the stars are fire.
Doubt that the sun doth move.
Doubt truth to be a liar,
but never doubt I love.”

Something tells me we will meet again.
Whatever is breaking you in two
will be your end.
But I think I know what dug your grave.

For your mother is watching me.
Even now, Gertrude is shaping the story of my death.
Kings may lead countries, but the idle gossip
of women in waiting whispers the truth
of how a king died.

My love, she knows I knew.

Weekly photo challenge: Extra

Extra

 

Extra sky. Extra color. Extra lights on the buildings in the Providence skyline. I don’t seem to notice the sky as much out here, unless I’m at the ocean. Last night’s sky was especially beautiful and it took a long time to reach its most saturated point. I was driving, and I worried that the glow would be gone by the time I got to the overlook on the East Bay bike path on Narragansett Bay. But it waited for me.

Weekly photo challenge: Curves

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Natural and architectural curves found in Providence, Block Island, Newport, RI, Amherst, MA, and Chicago.

Pursuing Happiness in Providence

The history professor’s voice circled

round LockeFranklinJefferson-

MarxFreudandevenListeningtoProzac

at a free evening lecture off Benevolent.

Two hours later he finished rummaging

for meaning, lifted his empty hands:

“How can anyone pursue a wohd

that literally means luck or fohtune?”

Later, on Hope Street, a grizzled gnome

followed me: “This here notebook holds

fahhunerdunthirdyone of the bes’ goddamn

poems in the whole goddamn world.”

He chuckled, held his script like a shield.

“And I wrote ’em all.” He rattled some coins

in a rusted Chock Full O’Nuts can.

“Which one do ya wanner heah first?”

Weekly photo challenge: Indulge

The array at the cheese counter at Venda Ravioli on Federal Hill, Providence, RI

Visiting Federal Hill in Providence is always a feast for the senses. Just walking down the aisles of the Italian grocery stores and checking out the restaurant menus tacked up on the sidewalks is a mouth-watering treat. Federal Hill also has a smattering of art galleries and boutiques, which are fun to check out on Gallery Night (the third Thursday of each month). Indulge!

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Abundance

Open the door of  Vendi Ravioli on Federal Hill in Providence, and you are greeted with the sights and smells of cases and cases of cheeses and beans and olives and homemade pastas and deli meats and espresso and prepared Italian specialties. Stand in line with your number and just try to figure out what you want — and always be amazed by how gooey and cheesy and delicious your choice is … only to be disappointed that you didn’t break out of your comfortable tastebud zone to try something dangerously pungent and spicy. This is abundance!