Coping with Awe "You wouldn't always see it that way, but I just happened to see it with a bite out of it." Georgia O'Keeffe, New York City, 1926 There are moments in the city when buildings part to let the light come through. This can happen, say, on a winter’s afternoon, just before sunset, when the light slants eastward from the river, and blazes in the glass and steel. I can mistake my own direction, forget where the Shelton Building is, find myself at the Flatiron instead. I watch the narrow widen, the low arc of brilliance rising a corona that anyone who dares can wear, sunspots rising like living orbs. And then? I hear the men talk of writing the great American novel, painting the great American painting, but they don't see what I see. They only use their eyes. What about ten thousand eyes staring into ten thousand suns, each one biting away blackness and steel, blackness and steel and glass the master work of all proud masters, obliterated. That is my awe. No other way but to paint it, then, nothing left to do but leave them to their squabbles. The language of the world is not the same as the language of the heart. I will never stop trying to translate it. I will follow the light. Bonnie Proudfoot Note: The italicized sections are quotes from interviews with the artist. This poem was previously published in Sheila-Na-Gig online. Bonnie Proudfoot is a poet, fiction writer, essayist, and reviewer whose work has appeared in many online journals and anthologies. Her novel, Goshen Road (OU / Swallow Press), was Longlisted for the PEN/ Hemingway and received the WCONA Book of the Year Award. Her recent book of poems, Household Gods, can be found on Sheila-Na-Gig Editions. Her interest in art emerges from a family connection as her Great Aunt Annette Nancarrow was a surrealist painter who lived and painted in Mexico for decades. Proudfoot is also a practicing glass artist. Her writing and artwork can be found at https://bonnieproudfootblog.wordpress.com/
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Jeffrey Hanson
7/1/2024 11:50:06 am
Like you, I’ve seen such things, (the magic of the city), but you wrote about them and brought back my memories of just such scenes. Thanks Bonnie.
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