there's a crack in the wall
and it's spreading like a web
to that most tender of places

where the adolescent mind never learned
how to say it's too late the roof's already in flames


now the same mouth that sat mute
while I shaped an ear from a lump of gray clay
because you never learned to hear

remains silent while I learn
to build houses with doors


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Sat 16th Mar 2019 06:58

Words can be terrifically slippery, but I love them most when they resist me so.

Duality--so glad to see it expressed so clearly through your comments, David and Jason.

Thanks to all who read,


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Jason Bayliss

Thu 14th Mar 2019 14:06

See now, to me, it speaks of cracks in the defensive barriers that lead to that most tender of places, the heart.
The adolescent mind never learned to express an event that, "set the roof on fire," and caused the construction of the defensive barriers.
Now the mouth that stayed mute, learns to hone it's perceptive listening skills, (make a complex ear from simple clay), because someone failed to hear what should have been heard.
Remains watchful and silent assessing someones worthiness to be allowed in.
When I read it I see the doors as an entrance, a metaphor for not being completely closed off to the world, but considering letting someone in whilst still maintaining some barriers.
Rather than crash down the walls and let the whole world in, build a door in them and let just some people in as and when you feel you can, and shut them out as well should you need to.

Love the poem, even if I've mis-read the meaning.

J. x

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Thu 14th Mar 2019 13:53

"Women artists. There is no such thing—or person. It’s just as much a contradiction in terms as 'man artist' or 'elephant artist.' You may be a woman and you may be an artist; but the one is a given and the other is you."

– Dorothea Tanning, 1990

Good heavens, where are women like this on International Women's Day when first-world female office workers are given a paid half-day just for inheriting two X chromosomes?

..more later, David x

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 14th Mar 2019 13:14

Abstract stuff Rachel,

are you speaking of constructing escape routes? what an almost impossible thing that is to do for a fragile young mind, the pitfalls of exit routes are awash with schemes which can take a person into further damage.

To me this seems like a comment about victims of all the various kinds of abuse humans can inflict upon each other. How we construct a wall to defend ourselves which eventually becomes a prison that we have to break down to be truly free.

Oh shit, I've had far too much counselling! either that or have listened to Roger Waters "The Wall" a few thousands times too many.

Much food for thought in here Rachel.

I saw a Dorothea Tanning exhibition last week, she was fond of inserting slightly open doors into her paintings, they always looked like escape routes to me, put there by the artist for her own extraction when needed, your piece just made me think of that idea.


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