“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
Dalí’s Clock 1 & 2 / 7
Dalí’s Clock
1
I have folded Dalí’s clock,
draping time’s dressing gown
over the foot of her bed.
An elephant with a crane-fly’s
spindly legs
stands on the bedside cabinet.
Is the human body
a chest of drawers
to be opened and closed
at will
and things removed?
On the operating table,
a sewing machine
and a bread knife
wait inside
a black umbrella
for their next
victim.
2
A hedgehog caught in the glare
of onrushing lights,
she has curled herself into a ball.
My words are wasted
movements:
lips, tongue, bared teeth.
Limp kites
with nothing to fill their paper sails,
they hang like abandoned bodies
on the old barbed wire
stretched between us.
A metallic sun
gashes harsh light.
The needles in her arm
throw an ever-plunging
sea of shadows:
bruised sunsets
on a purple horizon.
This is intense, subtle, powerful. I tend to reserve my admiration for dead writers so please accept my greatest respect for this great poem
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Thank you. Your kind words mean so much to me.
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The pleasure was all mine in reading
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Intense. Amazing. ❤
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Every image is garishly vivid, considering it’s painted in words.
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Looking back, it was a vivid experience. Nearly thirty years ago, but I see it as clearly as if it were yesterday. Thanks for commenting.
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Well, i like it, thanks. A beautiful day in Fredericton, too.
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Does that mean you are in Fredericton, allison? I’ll e-mail you separately.
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Octavio Paz always said that he wasn’t a surrealist. He used surrealist style imagery but structured it into the poems in such a way that, while retaining the spontaneity and power of the metaphors he used them to illustrate the longer narrative. That is certainly what I am trying to do.
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My words are wasted
movements:
lips, tongue, bared teeth.
Limp kites
with nothing to fill their paper sails
Powerful imagery!
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Thanks, Tanya. The images are drawn from Dalí’s surrealist paintings and the Surrealist Manifesto of André Breton. I have borrowed their images and applied them to my own situation. I wrote this while visiting my mother in hospital in Wales. I had flown over from Canada to be with her but I didn’t realize that the illness would be fatal and so I left her only to return a few weeks later for her funeral. It was early spring and the flowers were just coming out and the birds starting to sing. These are the first two sequences of a seven sequence poem (DalÍ’s Clock) which is the first of the six long poetic sequences that make up Though Lovers Be Lost …
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All the strange juxtapositions of life…
My dad’s funeral was at that same point in the Spring.
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This poem is steeped in a lot of surreal imagery. But I’m all about subverting reality so this was pretty good!
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I really like the way the surrealists handle their imagery. However, like Octavio Paz, I have moved a way from free writing and much prefer to anchor the imagery into a thematically unified narrative sequence composed of metaphors and tight-knit imagery. I am not sure whether we subvert reality when we do this or merely enhance it. I would be happy either way!
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No, I completely see that… your work definitely have excellent structure and does have thematic elements which make it much accessible than say if I was reading anything from the early surrealists or something from the Dada period. There is definitely a line between subverting reality and being completely insane but you are definitely, comfortably within it.
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