Apotheosis
Black scape
Occupies space
on my wall
In my head
a door which is
itself
a doorless room
the mysterious whole
mysterious severed parts
come together
to hold nothing
but itself.
Tangibility
In my head – ideas
images
seethe around
it’s black edges
compelling me
to turn away.
I think of structures
their particular
rhythm
of destruction and renewal –
An apogee of atoms
tightly contained here
as a moment is held
solid it time
and at the last
totally grasped.
Barbara Sturgell
February, 1973, Austin, Texas
In response to a piece of art I created, an assemblage named Apotheosis
