Intermissions of Another Kind

A world without creative daring risks succumbing to reality’s plague: a desolation of spirit only viewed, not realized. (Image by Norvz Austria)

Intermissions of Another Kind

 

 

So many sizes
So many types
Horns ala Miles
Baton ala Dudamel
Curtain ala O'Neill
Blackout ala Alvin Ailey

 

Walk-throughs
The Met
MOMA
Guggenheim
Whitney

 

Then the ache
Actors Studio
Steppenwolf
Goodman
Oregon Shakespeare
So many regional agonies

 

And the silver screen
Ever infrequent unique cinema clinging
Amidst movie movies

 

Forget not the most vulnerable
Literature
Let us respect even permanent breaks
Wallace
Hemingway
Woolf

 

And lest we forget Nature
The mother of life's subtle intervals
Ever cycling its wisdom
Seeking our theatre's darkness

 

Intermissions

 

Life knows of pause
But often waits for us
To squander its use

 

While

 

For those drinking of contaminated water
Art remains relegated as
Nectar of Gods forsaken
Yet for those of pure thirst
Avoiding such sustenance
Renders imagination's spirit dying

 

Strange to call the above examples intermissions
Yet without the pause
We might remain vulnerable
Overwhelmed by necessity-reflections

Expressed to impact our senses

For thinking

For feeling

 

Might it be
Without some breaks in life’s drama

Time to consider identity

Space to explore new doorways
Reality remains forever just…

Reality?