Delusions of Grandeur People like to believe they are more than just the body, with its insistent hunger, larger than the animal urge. Hands, after all, serve the mind, whether plotting an arc or sculpting a stone. But we are composed of the same stuff as a star or a redwood, subject to the same laws that govern a mountain or a cloud. What is art without the body? Without the material, the sensory, there could be no art, no artists. So in the image, the glorious torso is headless, the smallest part of the body. It rises out of the much larger pudenda, origin of all making. Robbi Nester This poem was written in response to the surprise ekphrastic poetry challenge on Rene Magritte. Robbi Nester is the author of three books of poems--an ekphrastic chapbook, Balance (White Violet, 2012), and two collections of poems: A Likely Story (Moon Tide, 2014) and Other-Wise (Kelsay, 2017). She has also edited two anthologies--The Liberal Media Made Me Do It! (Nine Toes, 2014) and an ekphrastic e-anthology, Over the Moon: Birds, Beasts, and Trees--celebrating the photography of Beth Moon, which is accessible at http://www.poemeleon.org/over-the-moon-birds-beasts-and . Robbi has published poetry, reviews, essays, interviews, and posts in many journals, anthologies, blogs, and websites. A full list of these is available at her website, http://www.robbinester-poet-and-writer.com.
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