Post by suze on Nov 10, 2011 22:35:09 GMT
Heartbeat
For Suze – in remission.
We were watching closely
when darkness fell and your pulse
turned to light between your hands;
a brightness that caught in our chests.
It was a battered heartbeat of the hung
moment, a singing quaver crochet lightmusic.
fragile illumination that might break,
shattering between the left and right ventricle.
Could we make it pulse for longer
by the open and clench of our hands?
Cup the fluttering of light as though
it were possible to hold on to brightness.
Your life pulsating; imagination
made manifest and brilliant for
flickering seconds before it was
lifted out of your hands.
The lightbulb’s skipping beat
imprinted in our retinas,
shining electicity flashing
in a fragile filament.
We stood beside you; before
and after in the sequence
the wilful syncopation our hearts
gaining and losing time together.
(Pulse Room is a piece by Rafael Lozano Hemmer in which 100 light bulbs which are activated by a sensor to flash at the exact rhythm of participants' heart rates.)
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Liz wrote this for me ..
it commemorates my friendship with her and Andy, and grows out of a time when we were together in this art-installation called Pulse Room ....
These two friends are so special to me, and they do watch me closely and they do stand besides me, before and after ... before and after just about everything important that has happened to me in the last twenty years ..
For Suze – in remission.
We were watching closely
when darkness fell and your pulse
turned to light between your hands;
a brightness that caught in our chests.
It was a battered heartbeat of the hung
moment, a singing quaver crochet lightmusic.
fragile illumination that might break,
shattering between the left and right ventricle.
Could we make it pulse for longer
by the open and clench of our hands?
Cup the fluttering of light as though
it were possible to hold on to brightness.
Your life pulsating; imagination
made manifest and brilliant for
flickering seconds before it was
lifted out of your hands.
The lightbulb’s skipping beat
imprinted in our retinas,
shining electicity flashing
in a fragile filament.
We stood beside you; before
and after in the sequence
the wilful syncopation our hearts
gaining and losing time together.
(Pulse Room is a piece by Rafael Lozano Hemmer in which 100 light bulbs which are activated by a sensor to flash at the exact rhythm of participants' heart rates.)
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Liz wrote this for me ..
it commemorates my friendship with her and Andy, and grows out of a time when we were together in this art-installation called Pulse Room ....
These two friends are so special to me, and they do watch me closely and they do stand besides me, before and after ... before and after just about everything important that has happened to me in the last twenty years ..