This weekend past, I was part of something called Creative Jam: a 3-day workshop involving music, painting, creative writing, and photography. As usual with such things, you get people together and let them be themselves, and clever things start to happen.
We painted with light, told stories with words and music and images, generally had a lot of fun, and did our best to explore four themes for the weekend:
a c t i o n – r e a c t i o n – m o t i o n – l i g h t
For the most part I was busy with the photography group, and it was a genuine pleasure to be learning together. So now looking through the archives, I’m thinking I should add my own contribution to these themes.
So here then – albeit very brief – an image & poem for the bicycles I have known:
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There in the basement, a bicycle gathers dust.
It knows also the carnage of crickets on August prairie roads, swoosh of electric turbine, coyote camouflaged, cow copacetic. Dust, gravel, under big sky.
Knows as well a thousand wincing curb-hobs, reveling in the jazz of improvised paths woven in among buses and immediately effaced.
And knows slow-widening arcs, lazy roll on schoolyard pavement. Hypnotized by hopscotch yellow paint, it belies the tyranny of 5 o’clock, and 6 o’clock, and 7.
And to think – the notion that life be tallied and tabulated and ticked off by something as ludicrous as seconds!
accelerate. exhilarate. roll.