Axes

The dropped coins - silver- bright - shine

Pondered at my feet platform curated

After thinking - I bend - retrieve them

Wait ; get on the train - travel

A prosthetic revelation waits in embryo

A chimera screamed for its liberation

Chipped,napped ,laboured to uniqueness

Until held high - the idea incarnate

Arranged as totems in a terrain

Prettied by the multi shadowed pools

This formal liturgy of lithic Henges

Remember those hands those comfortable hollows

The quartz gleams pink as intended

A fulcrum of the new augment

This stone larynx clears its throat

A voice of deity and mortality

The landscape flows trees, fields, houses

Void of the Erectus foot prints

Now a Gracile presence of - landscape

All this -this - from one blow

Reviews

[writing mojo]

this blow was felt in it's most mirco-macro scope to weigh, like atoms on the edge of finger the imprint this piece is a scene only you know to anatomic affect..excellent piece

[Michael Oliver]

Yep the enigma of looking at these lumps of chipped quartz 2,000,000 years old are an enigma. Even so this maybe work in progress- dunno.
But thank you for your review think you feel the struggle to resolve that gap of comprehension.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i almost see this as a storm of ideas, but too much chaos for the poet to get in order enough to write them down.

but i also see literally how a hurricane or tornado can hit...and in one blow...all we had is gone...

much like an idea blown away before it reaches paper.

j.

[Michael Oliver]

Yes you are right I really struggled for months with this piece.
It is based on some stone axes in a museum in Cambridge - they are about 1.5 to 2 million years old made before man had speech and even befor he became man. But as you perceived that first blow on the quartz changed the whole planet.
It is difficult to get in their mind set
The Robustus and Gracile are references to different hominids
The whole piece is a conundrum the sense is there but requires archaeology
Hope this clarifies the chaos
Thank you for reviewing
I have been wrestling if I should revise this again - but somehow I think not

[Michael Oliver]

No I have revised it - thanks for making me rethink this - used the train journey as the envelope because that was as crucual in a way as the viewing. So now instead of being a philosophical investigation it has become a documentary - Jacob

[Sami Khalil]

"A voice of deity and mortality

The landscape flows trees, fields, houses
Void of the Erectus robust imprint"

So many lines to ponder and appreciate. An upright man leaves in his wake print and paint of ideas as you have done in this wonderful one...:)........

[Michael Oliver]

Thank you for you comments you get the concept of my work as medium and simultaneously as subject - like paint

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome. ....:).......