Monday, August 19, 2013

Raindrops keep falling on my head



Oliver and I went downtown today to catch the Urs Fischer exhibit before it left. I'm not an art critic, know nothing of Urs Fischer, am not interested in art criticism but am either moved by something, entertained or stimulated. I was moved by the exhibit, entertained and stimulated.







I'll save the photo of the bed, collapsing from a pile of cement on it for later, as that inspired me.

8 comments:

  1. That is so cool! Lola loves those kind of things, so I'll have to look for it in our neck of the woods if it hasn't already been here.

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  2. The rain drops keep falling on your head could be the theme piece of art for Atlanta this summer. It's rained just about everyday.

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  3. thank you. loved the proverb and the photos. xo

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  4. this is so very cool, would love to see it

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  5. I am a recent widow. My daughter is 23. For 22 years I had a partner in this. Last night was a bad night and I got scared.
    Who do I turn to at 2AM now? This is a poem my husband wrote not so long ago.

    Evie Reborn

    Others because their daughters are not
    Epileptic never monitor them in the tub
    But always when our Evie’s in her bath
    Or swims alone away from us
    Suddenly I see your face
    And you or I remind the other
    To look in on our special child
    Who could, we both know well but never say
    Convulse and drown.

    And so it was not long ago
    You called to me from downstairs
    To check our daughter in the tub,
    As you or I had done
    So many times before.

    I ran upstairs. And there she lay
    Face down, floating motionless,
    Her soapy hair about her head.
    And I did think of Ophelia.

    And in an instant was taken back
    Eighteen years, to see myself
    Standing in the doctor’s office
    When she told us that Evie would never
    Be able to care for herself.
    And I asked what “take care” was,
    The room having filled with water, and made
    A place where words were only sounds.

    Later that day I would hold you in my arms
    And as we cried you said,
    “Evie will never find someone for herself.”

    And then she jumped up in the tub—
    A screaming Venus but more dear,
    “Fooled you, Daddy,” she declared with glee.
    And I said, “Yes you did. You frightened me,”
    Pretending then to share in your delight
    And in the hall I cried alone that night.





    OTHERS because you did not keep
    That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
    Yet always when I look death in the face,
    When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
    Or when I grow excited with wine,
    Suddenly I meet your face.

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    1. Thank you, Anonymous, for your comment, for your heartbreaking words, for your late husband's poetry. There are so many of us, alone. If you ever want to email, please do. Mine is elsophieATgmailDOTcom

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